He, too, was tipsy and his explanations were repetitive and, towards the end, tearful. 'The wines were too various, ' he said: 'it was neither the quality nor the quantity that was at fault. It was the mixture. Grasp that and you have the root of the matter. To understand all is to forgive all. '- 16 -'Yes, ' I said, but it was with a sense of grievance that I faced Lunt's reproaches nex tmorning. 'A couple of jugs of mulled claret between the five of you, ' Lunt said, 'and this had to happen. Couldn't even get to the window. Those that can't keep it down are better without it. ''It wasn't one of my party. It was someone from out of college. ''Well, it's just as nasty clearing it up, whoever it was. '
A visual image of beauty
Beauty can come in various ways but in my opinion, one of the finest ways of experiencing beauty is through some visual scene. Yesterday I experienced one of the most beautiful and lovely experiences where a view of nature was stupendous and awesome in more ways than one.
The lapping of the sea, the awesome cliffs in the background, the sheer beauty of the country scenery all entered my mind as I walked across the rough terrain. Who could have walked here before me? Were some prehistoric men and women actually here someday and did the same walk as i did?
I stopped by and took some photos of the area which went down pretty well with all the shades and hues beautifully hazed in the sunlight. Loveliness is surely present in this place where i could also remember part of my past with a person who was very dear to me at the time. Musical thoughts also crept into my mind as I walked and found the same bench where we sat for so long in the past, experiencing the sheer wild beauty of the place.
Sensations of love can be strange sometimes yet when one finds a location where all those memories come back to haunt you, a sense of catharthis ensues. That can be good and refreshing but it can also create a sense of despondency occasionally. Still, the best way to treat such issues is to confront them head on. A walk in the country and some deep thinking amongst the beautiful scenery is definitely a good place to start however.
And although beauty is subjective, I could only stop and stare and perhaps listen to what was going on around me. To me it was an initiation into the fantastic science of beauty, the perspective on art which was wonderfully conversant and conveyant. This initiation into the baroque made me feel myself and alive once again.
When I held hands with my lover as we walked across the cliffs, I could feel a thrill in my heart and mind which was replicated by the beauty of my surroundings. I could only listen to the waves lapping against the shores and this made me feel alive yet again, once again. With an eternal longing for the past, I looked back and discovered that all was going well, all was right as the wind continued to pick up speed.
And yet, I was unhappy and alone even though I was with someone dear to me. For the unhappiness which was brought about by loneliness could never be erased. The woman whom I loved and adored could never be mine, she had her own family and life which I could never be part of and that was something which I had to accept.
We walked away from the cliffs, back to the car and drove away back to the city where there was no notion of time and all that were left were memories.
