It’s odd that no matter how hard we try, some ideas and concepts cannot be fully described through words. Beauty comes to mind. There are few things so beautiful, so aesthetic that mere words are enough to explain them. It’s as if there is some emotional element pulling us in to what is obscenely beautiful.
To be fair, there are some things to which too many words can dull the senses to what we imagine in our mind. Simple phrases seem to do better. Try describing a sunset; a piece of art; the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. There’s something in those short phrases that bring to mind the purest form of beauty that can be seen, that extra words or a definition would ruin. The purest form of beauty of course is that of imagination.
In a sense though, pure imagination is only half of the real battle. The second half is bringing that pure, ambiguous thought or idea into a tangible object or concept.
Pure beauty in some ways loses its luster when it is actualized. A sort of paradox in the world. In order to bring about pure beauty, some of the purity must be worn away.
Perhaps it isn’t pure beauty then, or pure beauty is not synonymous with true beauty. True beauty must be pure beauty that has lost some of its purity, its innocence. True beauty is beautiful in spite of its lack of purity, in spite of its imperfections. In fact, those imperfections, those “flaws,” those eccentric missteps are what create true beauty.