Where does beauty come from?

The Christian Science Monitor

We were driving through some barren cattle country. It was a hot summer day, and the land seemed parched and tired. The scenery could hardly have been more dreary.

But as we drove along, my brother-in-law commented on the patience and concentration of a hawk flying overhead, the symmetry of an oak tree standing alone on a hill, the tall brown and yellow grass dancing with the breeze. Where I had seen ugliness, he saw beauty.

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