There are times where it becomes apparent the meaning, if any, of life. Mundane experiences which are forgotten are the majority of human experience, but in the mundane is also the beautiful. When we forget this, we forget the innate beauty, the symphony, which is constantly being created by our mind.
The music of life is not heard by all. It’s as if it is mere static, or pointless ramblings of an old, disillusioned man to those who have forgotten, or have never once found the succulent nectar from which the enlightened frequently drink. This is not to say those enlightened live on a different plane of existence, but that the lens from which each individual observes existence can be distorted, or difficult to make into anything beautiful. Such is the task of one who is yet to drink, or thirsty.
When beauty presents itself, it is all encompassing. Sometimes it is through the present experience of the past that the diamond is revealed, and in others, it is at the source. When overcome with emotion or a state that is void of the conceptual self, beauty of the highest order is being expressed. It manifests as a tear in the eye, a giddy excitement, a calm, synchronized order of thoughts, or even in the absence of a malady normally present.
Art can be experienced, but also created. It is a process of sculpting through which one’s lived experiences transcend the mundane and become beautiful expressions of the fundamental nature of the thing. This sculpting occurs in the past, the present and in our perceptions of the future. Through our unique expression we find the purest form of creative energy which is the nature of life itself.
One must realize he is an expression of beauty whether seen or not. The greatest tragedy is when no solace is found in existence, because through no device of one’s own creation were they able to hear the symphony, or see the beauty, in the chaotic nature of life.