Although we read with our minds, the seat of artistic delight is between the shoulder blades. That little shiver behind is quite certainly the highest form of emotion that humanity has attained when evolving pure art and pure science. Let us worship the spine and its tingle.
In reading, one should notice and fondle details.
The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.
for better or worse, it is the commentator who has the last word.
The contemplation of beauty, whether it be a uniquely tinted sunset, a radiant face, or a work of art, makes us glance back unwittingly at our personal past and juxtapose ourselves and our inner being with the utterly unattainable beauty revealed to us.