The End of Beauty

The era in which I dwell is crude. Everyone is obsessed with numbers, and beauty has been relegated to the garbage bin. All that matters is the coarse and barren drive of commerce, and all that we once aspired to is now suspect and truth no longer is noble, just a mind nummbing jumble of facts and figures. We are all focused on mere statistics. We are forced to live a lie. Even the idea of beauty is frowned upon by many people in position to make our lives uglier. Children are discouraged from learning about culture, because for some reason excellence is seen as part of an oppressive system, when in reality it is an escape from the dreary reality that most of our minutes are consumed by. When I grew up, Leonard Bernstein has a TV show exploring classical music; children nowadays are forcefed drivel. It's considered elitist to enjoy the great works of the past, and people go out of their way to mar the beauty God gave them with piercings and tattoos. This is one subject where words only add to the ugliness all around. If I ever delete an entry, it will be this one, not my insane sexual fantasias.