The juxtaposition of beauty and ugliness surrounds and befuddles me. Being somewhat "sensitive" to beauty, yet also sensitive to ugliness (especially the ugliness of human behavior), I bounce back and forth each day from joy to sorrow, over and over. Sometimes I wish I were just jaded. It would make life easier, at least emotionally! But I am not. No matter what we as a species do to mess things up, and to hurt each other, life and beauty keep popping up, almost as if there is an inexorable force behind it. Even the ants and weeds in a ghetto sidewalk give me joy, while the sufferings all around cause me sorrow. But that's life. There was a guy who said it better...
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs --
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.