No wonder I can never write a coherent paper, this is my train of thought
Humans live in a perpetually undignified state.
We shit, puke, flake off, decay, die.
So we enjoy beauty because it seems to defy these laws of nature.
Poreless, sublime faces stare accusingly from every magazine.
A memento mori for the 21st century.
While Photoshopping becomes a yesteryear aesthete's best friend.

This vision. This intangible concept that makes its home in your skull is given form.
Which is why we love gawking at supermodels.
Because, through them, we catch a furtive glance of God.
maybe God is the wrong word. semantics, so forth.
Through them we molest the metaphysical.

We're uplifted.
however, reflecting further, one starts to feel dissatisfied.
and this image becomes empty of its erstwhile meaning.
I propose this feeling comes as a natural consequence of the previously mentioned high.
This comedown could be summarized as "God is dead and so am I."
the realization that "yes, I enjoy staring at these idealized images but they are as finite as myself."
And I am kind of saying supermodels are the new gods.
if you listen to the Christian Right, they'll bitch on about secular society's fixation on sex (but we've always been obsessed, we've just never been this blatant at any other point in history).
Therefore: God(Symbol of immortality)=Beauty
Beauty=Sex Sex=Reproduction Reproduction=shitty form of immortality
immortality=God
The realization that seeming perfection can't overcome death=bummer?
along with the epiphany:
male:(most likely) never impregnating a supermodel
female: will never look like a supermodel
both: denied their shoddy immortality?



Hence, along with the fondling of the metaphysical, one gets excited about beauty because one wants to couple with it (and through subsequent offspring) become immortal.
Because beauty is attractive and the sole reason for this attractability is to find a mate,
and reproduction with this mate is a human being's only tangible way to become immortal.
To pass your genes and its defects off to another generation.
it's like inanimate reincarnation.
Granted, one can achieve a kind of immortality by making a name for themself while alive but that immortality is dependent upon persons living and inherently dodgy nostalgia.
if no one remembers you, you never existed sort of thing.
then again, your offspring could be looked upon as finite as peoples' memories so this could really go either way.

hopefully that made sense.
if not, I give you scenario.

*teacher reads my paper*
TEACHER: I know what you mean but you write schizophrenically.


in a few years, they'll call me avant-garde.
and they would be wrong, I'm just nonsensical.