The Nature of Art

It may be said that art is the sinew of society that most subtle enigma that filters through all levels of creation and emotion as a vehicle to express the appreciation of that which we hold dear. It is the personal experience of the individual in his quest to decipher the banal existence we all find as peregrinating sojourners. We find ourselves always drawing from the experience less favorable making our effigy of inspiration the daunting and the horrid.Thus how should beauty be held when its true nature can only be made vivid upon the juxtaposition of what its contradiction persuades us to transcend. It may thus be said that we view beauty through the eyes of homeliness be it that our frailty is the imparted state of carnality as of nativity's dictum. Are we to only experience the sublime that fluid of awe and awakening that upon its experience enlightens the perspective of our mental thoughts whereby the mind becomes the eyes to experience the spiritual and philosophical through death and birth of tragedy where death is the experience that inspires.Is the longing for art the distance we feel apart from the spiritual as we ourselves are but mortal. Is "death" our transcendence into the spiritual alas only short lived a disposition for our stimulation of existence be always conformed to the sustenance of material matter. it may thus be said that we can never possess the nature of art nor know its path of logic yet in attempt and frustration we experience it and recognize its dichotomy by way of ones own anguish.