The value of words is severely undermined in China. You hear things like, "my English is not very well," "how big are you?" "I have 3 brothers and 2 sisters..(mind you this is a scientific impossibility in a country that has a well monitored one child policy, what they really mean is, I have 5 cousins and that their parents were born way before the Cultural revolution, along with their siblings.)" Thus, a hubcap is "beautiful", along with an icecream and a puppy. Granted, beauty is in the eye of the beholder but just how much can we squeeze out of that old wives' tale? The way I see it, some things are beautiful and others, well...aren't. Scientific explanations and mathematical equations exist to help us determine the cause or the outcome of something BUT oftentimes these helpful tools only act as a pointer in the direction of the outcome or of an answer, the outcome itself is usually a scientific phenomena that calls for reason and human imagination to complete. In the case of beauty, there is no definite answer to what beauty is. There are vague references to the subjectiveness of it but no exact theory one can follow. I am looking at this tiny waterfall, that's all bubbly and alive. My eyes are mesmerized by its beauty, its power of being, simplistic and yet incomprehensible. This little waterfall, a creation in itself also has the power to create, produce, shapes and colors made by the water bubbles as they impact the rocks, similar to none. I can tell why the waterfall happens, velocity and such but I couldn't tell you why beauty is the final outcome.
Any thoughts?