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POEM: What Is This Thing Called Beauty?

By Berniegourley @berniegourley

POEM: What Is this Thing Called Beauty?We see beauty in nature, but we see more in nature reigned in - kept in check by the hand of man. Why should a fresh-cut patch of grass please the eye more than its shaggy state of nature?

What soul doesn't sore at the sight of a Japanese garden? It's nature, but micromanaged in the slightest details of distance, shape, light, and order. Not a leaflet out of place. Gravel pads equidistantly furrowed with great precision. A bonsai tree could be called grotesque in its gnarled, shriveled deformation, but - instead - the bonsai has a universal visual appeal. Is it because they are stunted and deformed in precisely the manner man has chosen?

We see beauty in the human form, as well - but too rarely in our own. We like them depilated - plucked to the point that not a hair stands out of place. Biology tells us our eyes should seek the figure capable of staying strong while chasing prey across the savanna or gathering nuts and berries through wastelands where those foods are sparse. But our eyes covet those leaner than that - that leanness expresses our beloved ordered angularity.

Pure nature is frisson-laden - ever uncontrollable, unpredictable, and disordered. Its beauty is never separated from the fear it inspires.

Manicured nature offers a pleasing feel of dominion - an illusion of control that puts the mind at ease.

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