Just a passing thought on a late Friday afternoon. Is Keats correct when he reads from his Greek urn telling us that "Beauty is truth, truth beauty?"
I think I buy it--he seems to say that truth is what is beautiful to us and, as such, that it is subjective.
I know from experience some ideas are beautiful but untrue.
Long before I was married--the second time--I said 'I love you' to a woman I had dated all too briefly. I meant it when I said it but it was said, shall we say, in a moment of passion and became untrue very quickly. And just like Meatloaf prayed 'for the end of time' after I similar slip so did I.
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