Beautiful morning, a touch of fog. Lots of dew.
Wondering if color and shape from the external world seep into me unconsciously. The softness of this fog bank, the fluffy edges.
I was starting to listen to a podcast with the intriguing title “The Subtle Art of Appreciating ‘Difficult Beauty'” (Ezra Klein show). I found the speakers were focusing on human attractiveness. I stopped listening because it didn’t hold my interest. I’m interested in making beautiful things. One time I got caught in this distinction when talking with my sister. I said I was becoming more and more interested in beauty and she said she was too. Later I realized she must have been talking about maintenance of the body – or maybe home? – because she doesn’t make anything. She must have thought I wasn’t doing a very good job at it because I don’t pay much attention to the looks of my body or my home. Interesting to think about. I would like to read, or listen to, a philosopher talking about the subject.