Where does beauty come from? We are suddenly struck: "what a beautiful moon!" The heart lifts up. The heart cries out, "wonder-ful." Where does this sense of wonder come from? Why can't we capture it, freeze it and hold onto it forever? We want that, don't we? Beauty forever. Who would say "no" to that?
And yet it eludes us. The moon fades. The day passes. The pizza is ready and its time to eat. Then it will be "time" for something else. Yet the experience of life is always hinting "eternity"--it says to us, "this joy should last...." And our hearts respond, "I want forever." Is it a lie, a trick, a tragedy, this life of ours with its hope? No. It must be true. Never give up. Seek the Beauty that reality points to every day.