As you sit there in the concert hall, enraptured by the sheer, unbridled beauty emanating from the stage before you, you wonder: How is it that a race that prides itself on its logic; its rationality; it's science, is still able to create something that is so much for creativity's sake. Something that, from a point of view that considered not the emotions and the feelings but the numbers and the figures, is so completely devoid of purpose, and yet, to any human being, holds infinitely more worth and value than a thousand scientific breakthroughs or economic booms. Something so true, so pure, so eminently human.
As you ensconce yourself in the chair, riveted by the absolute, unrivalled beauty being conferred by the book in your hands, you wonder: How is it that a race so burdened by thoughts of death; of blood; of war, is still able to create such things that all thoughts macabre and wretched are cast from your mind, and you are able to revel in the simple splendour of created worlds - worlds where things are so different from our own, and yet ring so true to us. Worlds that, despite their own flaws and conflicts and discord, are able to give us succour and respite despite a thousand lives lost and homes destroyed. Worlds so true, so pure, so eminently human.
As you pause in the gallery, enthralled by the boundless, unreserved beauty shining from the painting in front of you, you wonder: How is it that a race already surrounded by magnificence in the wavering corona of an eclipse; the gentle flow of a mountain stream; the chirping of a bird calling the dawn chorus, is still able to create works that strive ever further to being as wondrous and monumental as it is possible to be. Works that are created not to destroy that boon which nature gives us, but to enhance it, to gain inspiration from it, and to grow to new heights. Work that is able to glow with endeavour and creativity among all that is so humbling and grandiose. Works so true, so pure, so eminently human.
And when next a note of beauty reaches your ear, a word of beauty reaches your mind, and a stroke of beauty reaches your eye, listen, think, look, and wonder: How can we, mere human beings, create something that is above heavenly, beyond divine, and greater than godlike. How can we create something so eminently human?