Beauty is one of those things that we all dramatize and poeticize -- with good reasons. How can one not? The golden rays reflecting off scattered highrises downtown at the perfect angle; the soft white snow sitting lightly on tree branches and covering the frozen forest ground in a thin blanket; the man sitting at the street corner against the picture-perfect backdrop of the harbour just a little bit beyond... all this in one still frame, one non-existent point on the continuum of time.
Normally I'd say these scenes were breathtaking or rendered me speechless, but today it was something else. It was a peaceful sense of wonder; stricken by awe and humbled by grandiose. Because beauty was having everything perfectly in place, without a single flaw. Like the human body, the fine chemical balance maintained by systems and cycles of biochemical reactions, how thin the line is between powerful and vulnerable; the intricacies of human sensation and perception, how the relationships of cause and effect can be so opaque to us but we utilize those seemingly infallible yet unprovable facts with ease and confidence every day anyway.
There's no logic or reason to believe that everything should fall into place, but experiencing beauty gives you that faith -- it's possible. And if it can happen, if in a fraction of a second a "random" arrangement of atoms can fall into a flaweless pattern, then maybe that is a reason good enough to think that at some point in time, there will be such an arrangement for you too.