Throughout the ages, every civilization has developed a concept of beauty in relation to the natural world, and more specifically to the human body. This concept is rooted in the assumption that there exists an objective ideal. I believe that this definition is deeply flawed, not only in its incongruity to the reality of human existence, but also because it exemplifies the most ordered and, thus, least interesting examples from that reality. In my experience this perspective lacks the depth of poetry that emerges through tragedy, suffering, corruption, and the more base aspects of human experience. I see human beings for what we truly are: Petty, grasping, lecherous animals motivated by the desire to feed our own egos and to ensure that our bodies are comfortable while we do so. We do this in a vain and misguided attempt to buy a few hours of distraction from our impending demise. Our flesh is corrupted by disease, pollution, war, gluttony, starvation, “the persistent ravages of time,” and ultimately by our own deaths.
Posted on: Wed, 29 Jan 2014 16:52:34 +0000
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