Greece is a great place to face the question of just what beauty is. There is of course that place on the hill. And it really is wonderful.
And then there is the everyday backyard that you might glance in as you pass…
So if I was given to musing philosophically I might ask myself just what beauty is?
And of course it can be found in the grand and magnificent.
And in the everyday simple. In the elaborate and painstaking.
So here are the… questions:
What is beautiful?
Why is that beautiful?
When is beautiful?
Why is this ‘when’ beautiful to you?
Who is beautiful?
How would you describe this person’s beauty?
Are you beautiful?
When are you beautiful?
Geez, I must be spending too much time reading greek philosophy.