On Beauty...

Trans-Siberian Orchestra: oh, genius. Simple.
Why can I suddenly not even express the beauty of the world around me? Oh, words, you fail me.
On the verge of collapse under the enormous weight of exams, my first exams at MIT (yes, those exams, the ones that actually make the difference between pass and fail... the ones that actually matter for the first time in my life) I can't help but simply look around, gaping... wonder. Radical Amazement. Yes, Heschel, I do understand what you meant. We're on the same wavelength here, buddy.
Oh the contradictions.
The complexity (oh, but I forgot... "complexity is truth").
Incredible.

No, not the music that is so beautiful, but the life. The dorm, the people, the weather, and the city. The person sitting in this chair typing... nonsense. The nonsense itself.

It is one of those times in my life where I find people to actually talk to. Better yet, not just to talk to, but to honestly have a conversation with. True, I am still one confused little (... entity?) kid, but at least I am around others now.

So many ideas are swirling. Madness I tell you!

Oh, but so, so, so entirely beautiful. So beautiful, I cannot continue for fear of doing a horrid injustice. To whom, I am still unsure.