Aweomeness may be a poor word choice for the splendor of Virginia in spring. I tend to think when your gasping for air because you are unable to think or speak in the presence of such loveliness, one is in “awe”. I’ve heard man say that is the feeling he experienced when he first met the woman of his dreams. He was awkward and flabbergasted.

Not only are women generally lovely, but they hopefully cherish and value all that is good. So, that a man feels devoted to her kindness, objectivity. Contention, when necessary. And so thereby he derives benefit by enjoying the process of becoming his better self. It’s good to have reminders.

Beauty has that effect of transcendentalism. I see it, I stop breathing. And so- by lifting me out of discouragement or self-doubt- any disrespect, abandonment, or unkindness I am experiencing dissipates. It’s like looking in a mirror and seeing only love.

Beauty doesn’t mask pain like drugs or drive one to extremes ends to avoid emptiness or pain. The sublime realm of the natural world sees me just the way I am and loves me. Unless I am behaving like a beast. Then, it contends for my own good- because I am making ugly a world clearly meant to be beautiful.

So, that’s great. I don’t want to spoil the view!