I asked myself, why do I love,
and what is the power of beauty,
and I understood that each and every
instance of beauty is a promise and an example,
of life that can end in balance,
with symmetry, purpose, and hope—
even if without explanation.
Beauty has no explanation,
but its right perfection elicits love.
I wondered if my life would be the same,
if at the end the elements would come together
just enough to give rise to a simple melody
as powerful as the one in Paolo’s metal top,
a song that, even if it did not explain
the desperate and painful past,
would make it worthy of love.
Of course, I still don’t know.
God help me to have a moment
of his saddest beauty in which I do.
~ Mark Helprin in A Soldier of the Great War
Picking up a book I have read, a book I have loved.
Flipping it open.
Finding a quote marked.
This is why I love to dust my bookshelves.
This is why it’s an all day affair.