School and lack of sleep are quickly eradicating my sanity and halfway through most sentences today I forgot what I was saying and I also just erupted into laughter over a dumb sentence I wrote at work today (the sentence was: “cocktail bitters are you scared?” and i’m still laughing). i’m writing another essay right now on Emerson’s nature and wow what a beautiful work that i can hardly comprehend with this frenzied state of mind.
but i’m going to take a moment, and read this quote a couple of times (slowly) because it’s breathtaking.
All men are in some degree impressed by the face of the world, Some men even to delight. This love of beauty is Taste. Others have the same love in such excess, that, not content with admiring, they seek to embody it in new forms.The creation of beauty is Art.
(quotes I have to cut from my essay but love)