Close Your Eyes and Listen…


 

 

HELLO GENTLE READERS,

Sometimes a question will lay on my mind for days or, even weeks. This used to frustrate me but, I have learned, over the years, to just let it be until the fullness of thought manifests itself. Either my thoughts will crystalize on their own or I’ll read, see or hear something to clarify them. Lately, that subject has been physical beauty. More specifically, pretty people. I tried to write my way towards clarity in the post, “The Eye of the Beholder“, but, still the thoughts persisted. I just finished reading a friend’s elegant blog, Pretty Please!, but, I’m still not at a point of resolution on the subject. My behavior is not completely consistant with my philosophy.

Webster defines beauty as “pleasing to the eye”. The ancient Greeks formulized the “golden mean”; an arithmatic formula of proportion still used to design buildings, automobiles and even interstate signs. Psychology has recently indicated that the Greek’s proportionality math also applies to the human form. The eyes spaced apart at such and such a ratio to the length of the nose, both in proper proportion to the width and breadth of the face and, so on. Similar ratios apply to the body as a whole. All well and good, but what is beauty? Is physical beauty a function of ratios? Perhaps.

Anthropologists tell us, correct or not, that we human beings are drawn toward “beautiful” members of the opposite sex because regularity of features indicates good health. That handsome men are seen to be more likely to sire healthy children and pretty women to bear them. By the way, the same motives seem to apply in the animal kingdom. Even chickens will choose a “pretty” partner when given a choice. Is physical beauty a matter of procreation. Perhaps.

Judy Collins, a singer popular years ago, was not a “drop-dead” beauty. Attractive enough, but, not a “fox”. I remember going to a concert of hers and thinking, she’s really quite average looking. Then she stepped up to the mike and the voice of an angel soared throughout the concert hall. All of a sudden, she was a butterfly…

tom vickers 

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