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Politics : Should God be replaced? -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: booters who wrote (482)	8/19/2000 5:48:12 PM
From: Solon	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 28931

Maybe we appreciate the good use of the mind and it's understanding of the complexities we are dealing with. One would have to master a good understanding of a least part of that complexity to paint something as beautiful (and therefore as complex)as the Mona Lisa. Which goes back to reductionism comments: Simplicity is complex; complexity is simple. The mind is able to look at the same phenomena in entirely opposite ways. Beauty is a difficult concept. I have come to the point where I basically see everything as beautiful, that integrates simple forms into more complex and structured wholes. In that sense, I think I follow your reasoning. In the end, it seems to have to do with recognizing harmony as opposed to disharmony: Harmony of whatever attributes or modes we are conceptualizing at the time. I find beauty in the constructions of mankind...even in a parking lot. I find beauty in nature--who could not? Harmony seems to be a key concept. The integration of many parts to make a pleasing whole. I'm trying to remember how Spinoza defined wonder; It was something about having the mind fixed on an idea without being able to bring any other ideas to bear in the understanding of such. This would be an appreciation of beauty, where one integrates into that awareness, and loses any idea of separateness from the object of ones wonder: A harmony, not only within the object, but between the object, and the subject as well. Isn't that really what happens when we become lost in a flower arrangement that transfixes us? Do we not lose our sense of separation, and experience a sense of integration with (what?)...ourselves?