I recently read that beauty is terror. I think it is more like awe, but I suppose they are nearly the same. A thing can either be awesome or awful, but either way it is saturated in awe. Either way, it is a human experience.

Beauty is a feeling, but it cannot be limited to our basic five senses. It is what happens after the sense: the rose after you smell it, the words after you read them, the painting after you see it. Beauty is the reaction to the external, what your own senses elicit within you.

There is no beauty without a sense of awe, perhaps terror. There is no beauty without your own rapid heart to make it so.

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