But now I regard them as unnecessary mystifications of experience, laden with heavy theological overtones that lend authority but not authenticity to the images they convey. May Sarton is great at finding new applications for such terms. I'm not convinced the first formulation says more than the second. I often worry about the beautiful thoughts of writers. When that old poetic license tells you to sit down and go creative, you go.
Beautiful thoughts are their own excuse.
You don't think them at all. On the contrary, you unleash them. Boy did that remind me of my mother. Every few weeks she'd rearrange the junk in my room into neat stacks and announce how relieved she was. I though it was sick.