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Beauty is all around us. Some people think that beauty can be seen in anything, but this is of course nonsense.
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Take my neighbours. I have a neighbour 10 miles to the south of me. He lives alone, like me, and is astoundingly ugly. From what I have seen of him, glimpsed occasionally on long, country excursions that sometimes take me past his house, he is certainly interesting - craggy features, a lined face, rugged build, grey, unshaven features - but he lacks all symmetry, grace and proportion required for beauty. He has character, one is interested by his face, but one does not feel any urge to make his acquaintance. His features excite my curiosity, but they do not excite any emotion. Fifteen miles to my west live a middle aged woman, and a young girl, perhaps 13 years old. The woman (I assume) is the mother, from the concerned way she fussed over the young girl, once. She too has character, but by merit of being a woman her figure prompts a degree of emotion when contemplated from afar. I certainly wouldn't want to meet her, but she is interesting to observe. The girl who I think is her daughter is more interesting because she is not marked by experience. She is not worn down, and promises much life. It is interesting to contemplate innocence from afar, though I fancy this girl may be less innocent than myself, all things considered. Oddly, I have never noticed that she goes to school, and can only think that she is home schooled, or not schooled at all. I cannot imagine, but I hope she is looked after properly. Her mother looks like a fierce, protective woman, but perhaps she doesn't think for the future? I would like to speak to them, someday, but I think it would be too much for me. I'm also getting worried because on March 1st I must go to the city. The tension builds and builds now, it is a long trip and a traumatic (but exhilarating) experience, to be among the multitudes for a day.
I think this is why I like the internet, it helps me steel myself to the unconsciously cruel vicissitudes of others. Someday, with luck, I shall not need the internet either, I have found the last couple of days of argument with robotslave very anxious and sometimes distressing, and the exchange made me question why I exchange with others online at all. He may be right: perhaps I should stop altogether. Just stop. |