Delight has been a rare affect.
I constantly catch myself taken in by the currents of utilitarianism. The mantra of our age lifts the golden calf of optimization as its primary ethic. And so we work to promote that which works.
We are quick to dismiss things that no longer function. A faulty part is all that is required for a new appliance.
The same applies to our relational usage. A faulty quirk is all that is required for a delete on Facebook.
I stumbled upon the witness of my fig tree.
It is almost summer and the juicy fruits are well expected. I consume about ten of these goodies once they're out. What is the use of the fig tree? According to utility: it must simply bear fruit.
It is no different from any food that is served at Japan House. I crave sushi. Once it lands on my plate, I devour its usefulness.
There is something misplaced in these episodes. Something really amiss.
Well, the fig tree was seeded with beauty. The foliage is exuberant. Its form is sensual.
The Japanese chef had allure in mind while rendering the uni and hamachi. Food was not meant to be ingested without appreciation. Little wonder, I salivate first before it touches my mouth. Often, I eat forgetting to pray just because my taste buds dim my lumens.
God infused beauty in all things. There is a call to halt the obsessive rush to utility.
Beauteousness is deeper than workability.
We were not created just for work.
We were crafted to exude God's resplendent pulchritude.
