Beauty in Low Places
Plato, in the Phaedo, informs us that we live in hollows on the face of the earth, filled with water, mist, and the lower air. This is in contradiction to the commonly-held belief that we live, of course, on its surface. Plato (through his vehicle of Socrates who, however, most say was likely a real person) further reveals that our experienced earth is only the sediment of the true earth gathered, and that this true earth is a more fair and pure place. Indeed, he says we are like creatures at the bottom of the sea, fancying that we are on the surface of the water, but too feeble and sluggish to lift our heads and behold the true upper world.
I not only agree but find this revelation a perhaps strange comfort. For I am in decrepit decaying basements, underground tunnels, watery underworlds, in my dreams. And little wonder, when the scenes all around us are of war, violence, destruction, general depravity. At least for me, these are only stories in the news, not lived experiences. Living at this time, and maybe at all times, can often mean overwhelming sadness and suffering, the product of which is the feeble sluggish state we find ourselves in and that prevents us from reaching the upper world that Plato speaks of. One might speculate that this is by design. I won't go down that route here. What I would like to do is to throw some lights onto signposts marking the path to the upper world.I have at various times in my life had an experience most frequently of hearing a song, or watching a scene, and recognizing a quality therein of something transcendent, surpassing the sensorially known world. This feeling defies description but I can attempt to compare it to a resonance, like the needle of a record player running along the grooves of the soul. It is as if, if not in fact, these songs, images, scenes have captured a fragment of the Divine, of the eternal Universal Principles that at most times remain unseen. Perhaps the physical manifestation of the Divine is what art is.Also in the Phaedo, Plato describes the physical material world as an inferior one, consisting of things that are but images or representations of the absolute essences of those things, which are truly existent. The upper world is of the unchanging unseen, the immortal, and ours is of the changing seen, the mortal. It is only with the soul that the upper world can be apprehended, as it is the place from which she descended.
I believe the soul, upon beholding a physical manifestation of the Divine, recognizes the absolute Beauty that partakes in certain of created works in this material world, because she once beheld and now recollects absolute Beauty in the upper world. And Plato, in the Symposium, tells us the way back to there (as conveyed by Diotima of Mantineia to Socrates). The path to true vision is through the visitation and recognition of beautiful forms: first those outwardly beautiful, then those beautiful of the mind, then those of institutions, and finally understanding the science of beauty everywhere. Beauty absolute is the final destination. And it is love, love of the good and the beautiful, that draws us forth.
May you behold a beautiful form, Heaven-sent, here:



'In Your Eyes' is one of my very special special favorite songs from that time a while back now... When it came out it had such a magical feeling to it. Still does. So appropriate to what Plato was saying.
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DeleteLast night I was lying awake in bed wondering about cups and bowls and how they can maybe be similar to writing on paper or other surfaces. "Cups and bowls are concave, paper flat." "But being concave has maybe something to do with potential energy?" I thought Are the "The low places" the zones of lower energy.
ReplyDeleteYea, I think some of us are picking up each others’ thoughts here and there. Or picking up the same ones out there.
DeleteReminds me of Songs of Earth and Power. Nice insights.
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