His beauty was that of a subjective quality. However, the beauty could only truly be appreciated by a few. Beauty is hung from the tree of meaning. Beauty reminisces the origin of narrative memories conceived long ago or more recently hatched. Beauty dangles from the branch of personal relationships.
Beauty sets forth on a purposeful journey and frequently takes the path less traveled.
Then again, there is an intellectual minority that understands correctly the greater value of pleasing yourself and the diminished vlue of not trying to perform for others. North versus south polarity, right versus wrong thinking,and beauty versus ugliness. These quarreling ideals seem so conctete and measurable, but in fact they are some of the most complex ideas that exist. In our family, the King Ornament had superficial simplicity, initially, but with each passing Christmas, value and depth were added. I discovered that it is the perciever of things that gives quality to them.