Beauty resides along the line between Chaos and Order,
   between the Understood, Comprehended, and the Crazy, Insane, Patternless Other.

Beauty is patterns in the Chaos, is Ordered Chaos, that inspire, that tell stories,
    that create patterns of thought, of emotion.

Beauty is within the Beholder, and the Work, and the Artist.
   And it is within the relationships between the three.

Beauty came from pattern-recognition: patterns that stretch our abilities of perception,
    but nevertheless that we discover, are the most beautiful.

But all is Beautiful, for all is Patterns.
Patterns in the Chaos of our lives, that we strive to pick out, identify, and that ground us.

Beauty is just the righ amount of insanity.

I think.


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