Beauty...

A student asked or subtly hinted at the question:

What is real Beauty Mr. Middleton?

In a classroom filled with curious though seemingly uninterested children, the tone of her voice stopped everything and the mass of young adults, listened.

‘Beauty is Love. And this brings up another question, what is Love?’

All the boys winced and the young women blushed.

“When you see, hear, or feel Beauty there is no denying its reality because it has now become a part of you."

“Let me give you an example, as a child my mother would provide piano lessons for all her children, including the neighbourhood children. As a boy of nine it was pure torture. I hated it; too much like math, too mechanical, however, once picking up the guitar everything changed. I felt the notes, the vibrations, and tones, the Beauty of the music. Though to hear one of her students play Chopin or Bach sent my mind to other places, true places of Beauty, and it was then I truly knew Beauty.

The class appeared confused, their faces frowning and sad.

One very shy student, who had been shy all semester, raised his hand.

He stood up. “Mr. Middleton, is not Beauty in the heart rather than the head?”

“Yes, of course,...and your name?”

“Thomas, Sir.”

“My purpose here today in this short time is to show you the similarities and differences of Beauty and Love...and if there is a real difference.”

Then a little man in the corner shouted out:, ...one can only really love and know Beauty through suffering and pain.”

“Now I knew I was in big trouble.”

Teacher mode: “Example, please. Mr...?

He was a handsome boy, sure of himself, waiting for an opportunity.

“Pain and Pleasure, sir, are interlinked. You know it when you see it.”

‘Mr. (...) pain and pleasure in the physical sense has nothing to do with Beauty...it is not about pain or pleasure, it is simply Beauty as an Ideal...something we can see , hear, taste and know their is Beauty in our space of possibilities."

“So we can’t Feel Beauty but only through some abstract bullshit!”

It was close to the end of the session, the fu..ing bell was about to sound...

It was time, I had less than than sixty seconds to make my point.

“Let us go back to the image that I showed at the start...”

Love, adoration, awe and worship... these things are a part of love, but the Beautiful are the one’s who, and you are right, experience great pain and Love.. anyway...

This image my be a bad example of Beauty...or Love, though it strikes at the heart and will not let go. Your task is to find an object of Beauty and tell us why a person, object or ideal is beautiful to you.

Please give good reasons and your mark will be better.

Due at the end of term.

The bell rang and they sat there like deers looking into head lights...