The pinnacle of what beauty means.

This title itself may be misleading.

I don’t think I will ever define one form of beauty to which I can apply it towards every object or situation I encounter. To limit oneself with a single definition would be a bit brash and arrogant. This isn’t a topic that takes mere thought or experience to fully understand. Beauty is the pinnacle of aesthetics, and the holy grail where many philosophers throughout history can only begin to find its meaning.

From thinkers like Immanuel Kant who regarded the truest form of beauty to be related back to a term called the sublime. This entails the captivity that beauty holds us, where we are entranced in such a way that my even invoke fear within us. An example would be the beauty at looking at the ocean or a mountain. Such an event minimizes us as human being, and brings to conscious how small we are and the fragility of our lives. This isn’t a depressive state however, where we may feel inferior to nature. In any case that it may be true, Kant focuses primarily on the concept that we see ourselves a part of nature, that we are born from it and never to separate ourselves from this connection that holds us… perhaps like a mother holding her child. The sublime feeling that you have reached a point where there really is no emotion to explain how you feel, instead all emotions weave itself to the finest and purest of form where in a moment of fear you have found solace, when crouching down at your feet in submission and inferiority you have reached this idea of oneness and equality.

And so it continues on… hopefully you’ll get a chance to reflect yourself. It’s always open for discussion.