As I have been all my life, in a query about the working of the world through art, writing, studies, observations …
Life is a bed of roses, but with thorns; and so it seems that the appreciation of beauty is, not only, as Thoreau believed, a “moral test” but essential to life. We all have trials, moments where the corruption in our justice system, political and social systems, or injustices and misfortunes on a more personal level seem to far outweigh the good in life … tests that promote a sort of pessimism and a cynicism that keeps us from appreciating the good that comes our way in each passing moment. I have had my own challenges; among these, a four-year court battle for justice in a work comp case that should never have gone to court.
I truly believe that it is wise to find joy, no matter what may come your way; and that the greatest joys are shared. It seems also true that beauty as it is, in the eye of the beholder, comes in many guises and needs an open mind and eyes wide open to see the truth.