Beauty is Unbearable
The philosopher Albert Camus once wrote, “Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.” Why does Camus say that beauty is unbearable? Had Camus spoken of the weight of illness, the sting of suffering, or the cold hand of injustice, we would have understood him at once. Yet the thinker confesses to despair in the very presence of beauty. We too recognise something of this inner conflict. The beauty of a rose lasts only for a moment; within a few days it withers and dries up. Old age shows no mercy to the beauty and vigour of youth. Even the most beautiful of human relationships, the tenderness and love of a husband for his wife, and of parents for their children, these too reach their end. Here lies our dilemma. For we do not want them to end. We long to press beauty to our hearts forever, yet death tears away all that we cherish and all that gives us joy. Beauty would be a crue...