I walked into the Louvre, looked up at the ceiling, and cried.
Love of beauty is Taste.
The creation of beauty is Art.
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
Venus de Milo
What's that big crowd doing there?
Just gazing at a mysterious woman.
I once heard a singles' pastor say to single men (and I wholeheartedly agree) that there is enough in one woman to captivate you for a lifetime and never arrive to full knowledge of her. He likened it to how we will be someday when we are before the throne of God. You know, of course, that we will say, "Holy, Holy, Holy" repeatedly--completely amazed. This is because it will take God an eternity to reveal Himself to us. New facets of God will just keep unfolding and we will never have time to recover from our wonderment before another one is revealed. And so we just babble, "Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy....."
This is why marriage never has to get dull or boring. If we keep gazing, we keep learning, we keep being surprised, and we are always left with a sense of wanting more.
That's the lesson from the Mona Lisa for all married people and those who plan to be someday.
"Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy...."
|That's us by the fountain in the courtyard of the Louvre.|
In the middle of all that beauty, one's soul could just burst if once in a while you didn't let off a little silliness.
Help! He's fallen and he can't get up!
Throwing out the first pitch!
After the Louvre we went to the Orsay (which is home to the biggest collection of the Impressionists). Again, I wept like a baby.
Unfortunately, (or fortunately for those who must endure other people's vacation pictures) photos are not permitted in the Orsay. So, here's a picture of me out front next to Van Gogh.