BeautyofLifeWhereshallyouseekbeauty,andhowshallyoufindherunlesssheherselfbeyourwayandyourguide?Andhowshallyouspeakofherexceptshebetheweaverofyourspeech?Theaggrievedandtheinjuredsay,“Beautyiskindandgentle.Likeayoungmotherhalf-shyofherowngloryshewalksamongus.”Andthepassionatesay,“Nay,beautyisathingofmightanddread.Likethetempestsheshakestheearthbeneathusandtheskyaboveus.”Thetiredandthewearysay,“Beautyissoftwhisperings.Shespeaksinourspirit.Hervoiceyiedstooursilenceslikeafaintlightthatquiversinfearlftheshadow.”Buttherestlesssay,“Wehaveheardhershoutingamongthemountainsandwithhercriescamethesoundofhoofs,andthebeatingofwingsandtheroaringoflions.”Atnightthewatchmenofthecitysay,“Beautyshallrisewiththedawnfromtheeast.”Andatnoon-timethetoilersandthewayfarerssay,“Wehaveseenherleaningovertheearthfromthewindowsofthesunset.”Inwintersaythesnow-bound,“Sheshallcomewiththespringleapinguponthehills.”Andinthesummerheatthereaperssay,“Wehaveseenherdancingwiththeautumnleaves,andwesawadriftofsnowinherhair.”Allthesethingshaveyousaidofbeauty,yetintruthyouspokenotofherbutofneedsunsatisfied,andbeautyisnotaneedbutanecstasy.Itisnotamouththirstingnoranemptyhandstrechedforth,butratheraheartenflamedandsoulenchanted.Itisneithertheimageyouwouldseenorthesongyouwouldhear,butratheranimageyouseethoughyoucloseyoureyesandasongyouhearthoughyoushutyourears.Itisnotthesapwithinthefurrowedbark,norawingattachedtoaclaw,butratheragardenforeverinbloomandaflockofangelsforeverinflight.Beautyislifewhenlifeunveilsherholyface.生活之美如果美不以自身为途径，为向导，你们到哪里，又如何能找到她呢？如果她不是你们言语的编织者，你们又如何能谈论她呢？伤心痛苦者说：“美是善良而温柔的。她像一位因自己的荣耀而半含羞涩的年轻母亲，伴在我们左右。”热情奔放者说：“不，美是强烈而令人敬畏的。她如暴风雨般震动我们脚下的大地，摇撼我们头顶的天空。”疲惫倦怠者说：“美是温柔的低语，她在我们的心中诉说。她的声音屈从于我们的沉默，犹如一道微弱的光在阴影的恐惧中颤抖。”但活泼好动者说：“我们曾听到她在山谷中大声呼叫，随其呐喊而来的是足蹄踏地、翅膀拍击和雄狮怒吼的声音。”夜晚，城市的守夜人说：“美将与晨光一同从东方升起。”正午，辛勤劳作者和长途跋涉者说：“我们曾看到她透过黄昏之窗眺望大地。”严冬，饱受风雪之苦的人说：“她将与春同至，雀跃于山峦之间。”酷暑，收到庄稼的人说：“我们曾看到她与秋叶共舞，雪花点缀于她的发梢。”你们谈到关于美的所有这些，实际并非关于她本身，而是关于你们未被满足的需求，但美并不是一种需求，而是心醉神迷的欣喜。她不是焦渴的唇，也不是伸出的空空的手，而一颗燃烧的心，一个充满喜