Reality is created by the mind, we can change our reality by changing our mind.
Even in reaching for the beautiful there is beauty, and also in suffering whatever it is that one suffers en route.
Wine fills the heart with courage.
What if the man could see Beauty Itself, pure, unalloyed, stripped of mortality, and all its pollution, stains, and vanities, unchanging, divine,... the man becoming in that communion, the friend of God,... ?
When the music changes, the walls of the city shake.
The ludicrous state of solid geometry made me pass over this branch.