Cinema Paradiso

If what we call beautiful is never perceived is it still beautiful? Or is beauty a quality of perception, an experience that may be attached to an object, or a sound, or an idea?

Listening to the Love Theme from Cinema Paradiso I become transfixed somewhere outside of time and space. A tear sits in my eye as my eyes close to block out the intrusion of the computer screen into this separate hallowed inner space. Something inside me shimmers, but it is not the music. It is not even a thought. The music enlightens something inside, something that is so often ignored or rejected as unimportant or unworthy.

Is the music beautiful? Or is it simply, eloquently, a call to awaken.