The Cult of Beauty

"The hours when the mind is absorbed by beauty are the only hours we live." I saw that quote at a recent exhibit entitled The Cult of Beauty--an exploration of aesthetics during the Victorian Era. It might have been my mood on that Saturday (a triumphal blend of still nerves and electrical pulses, lemon tea and whistling pines) but that struck me as Pure Beauty, no questions, no further questions, contained, flawless.