Beautifulishnesses

Touched up a little, leaving the soft edges and ceiling smears and the spot in the top corner I can't reach at all. I like it like that. Colour matters. Light matters. Beauty is vital to mood and thought.

Not ideal physical prettiness, although it's not exclusive. Beauty as a way that our brains tells us, yes, this is apt, this is right. And ignoring a bitter taste, an ugly look, a wrong colour, grates against this sense of beauty. Not straightforward or unambiguous, a subtle sense of attractiveness, what draws us.

Physical beauty expresses genetic strength. Kind eyes and sense of humor strike beauty notes, too, though. And those make for better friends and spouses. Maybe this is why we get the Uncanny Valley effect, a beautiful face with dead eyes is a dire warning, what looks like beauty is a trap. Learning this sort of discernment is complicated, and important.

Like bees and insects pollenating flowers, we can be fooled. It must be worth it, despite the losses, to remain attracted to beauty.

So we are sucked into all the varieties of gorgeousness and pleasure, delighting the eye and gladdening the heart. Even if it occasionally devours us later.








Even backlit, no electric lights on, the walls are actually - visible. No more black hole walls. And I have a good half gallon of my tangerine cream left, which will be used on either the mud room, or workroom, both of which are also light-sucks.