The STOP in life

A man walks down a road not previously known to him (which he often has seen the beginning of, but not ever until today has he thought to walk and look at what lies beyond the parked car (only half of which can be seen)), which seems to contain a large movement of people, some singing carols under a bookshop, some laughing with umbrellas in their hands, one person sitting on a roof in the sunrise reading a book written by Saint Thomas of Aquino in the 13th century;

or,

waking up in the middle of a field, only to observe (as your sense came to you) that you were surrounded by nature, cows and tall blades of grass, with no mountain or borders to be seen, just grass and flying objects called butterflies.

Or one more instance: the words of Jesus to a young boy reading them on his phone upstairs in a dark room whilst the phone is charging, then the boy is called to dinner, over which he honestly forgets he is eating because of what has entered his soul:

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

I have mentioned here some things which are beautiful. What is beauty? I believe the only accurate descriptions of what is beautiful is that which makes us STOP (firstly), secondly, beautiful is that which reminds us of heaven, or that which reminds us that we’ve forgotten heaven, or, that which reminds us that we’ve forgotten that we’ve forgotten heaven. I say in the case of stopping that beautiful things are those things which makes us stop in awe, but further that which makes us stop in shock, not stopping like a man stops staying awake, sometimes here and sometimes there, and then finally he’s asleep and he has to leave his wife in the rain because he can’t hear her phone call, until he wakes. Bach’s St Matthew Passion makes us stop in admiration of the powers of the soul, but also in shock, if you don’t agree, play it, even at the lowest volume it will shock you more than any modern music at full volume with crows in the room flying about. Secondly, beautiful things are those things which remind us of heaven, or that we’ve forgotten heaven; again, or that we’ve forgotten that we’ve forgotten heaven. So all beatiful objects in this world and all that we call… art and ecstasy only means for one awful instant we remember that we forget. If you do not agree, then look at the photo below.

Now I move on to two types of beautiful thing, the first type is from God, Our Lord, and the sense that you get from this beautiful is that there really is a heaven, that God does exist and that you can be with God forever. The second type is from the Evil one, and is not really beautiful, but mimicking of it, it pretends, it says, “no, there is no heaven, just earth, enjoy the earth”, and there is no desire to want to fly afterwards, feet on the ground is fine, it says. Now all of creation is of the first type, at least, all directly observable creation, plants, trees and the human body, but something which a human being creates can be in the second type, if he is mislead, for example; money, money is evil, and a good deal has been said even by some godly men (maybe in other senses than this sense godly) that money is okay, no, it is not, the saint may give money to charity, but he knows it is evil of him, an insult to God, money is given to us by Caesar and not by God, Love is given by God, and so we should give Love to the poor, not money, even a bit of bread from Saint Francis of Assisi is more welcome than a treasure island from any rich man, because you will have the treasure island, but will not have the rich man, with the bread you will not have a feast on earth, but you will have bread with Saint Francis. The Caesars of the world can repent, remember.

I will put some beautiful pictures below, along with music and literature and so on.