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The essence of beauty

Ladakh, Himalayas

"You know when you see something like a marvellous mountain against the blue sky, the vivid, bright, clear, unpolluted snow, the majesty of it drives all your thoughts, your concerns, your problems away. Have you noticed that? You say, ‘How beautiful it is’, and for two seconds perhaps, or for even a minute, you are absolutely silent. The grandeur of it drives away for that second the pettiness of ourselves. So that immensity has taken us over. Like a child occupied with an intricate toy for an hour; he won’t talk, he won’t make any noise, he is completely absorbed in that. The toy has absorbed him. So the mountain absorbs and therefore for the second, or the minute, you are absolutely quiet, which means there is no self. Now, without being absorbed by something – either a toy, a mountain, a face, or an idea – to be completely the me in oneself, is the essence of beauty."

in On Love and Loneliness, Jiddu Krishnamurti
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