:: of love & beauty ::

" Our caresses, our tender words, our still rapture

under the influence of autumn sunsets, or pillared vistas,

or calm majestic statues, or Beethoven symphonies,

all bring with them the consciousness that they are mere waves and ripples

in an unfathomable ocean of love and beauty;

our emotion in its keenest moment passes from expression into silence,

our love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object, and loses itself,

in the sense of divine mystery."

{George Eliot}