I don’t know about you, but I don’t always sleep that well. Staring at the ceiling at three in the morning can be a dangerous thing. My mind doesn’t work at an optimum level at that time of night (it doesn’t necessarily work at an optimum level at the best time of day either). At any rate, odd questions surface while inspecting the ceiling for cobwebs and inspiration and phantasms cast by moonlight and shadow.
I won’t bore you with any of the questions except for one: is beauty and absolute or subjective concept? I’ve been thinking around and over and under and about this idea for years now. It continuously plagues me. Both of the two possible answers have huge implications. If beauty is absolute, then our choices as partakers of beauty and creatives is brought into question (and this has deeper and even deeper consequences). If beauty is subjective, then our choices don’t mean anything (and that has deeper and even deeper consequences as well).
I recently spent several hours discussing this question with several friends. It’s one of those conversations where you almost have the answer, or the beginning of an answer, only to find it slip through your fingers at the very last minute. The fox, perhaps, cannot be caught in this hunt, but disappears over every successive hill with a flick of his amused tail.