The Mysterium of Psyche's Beauty - Blake Bauserman

When reading the description of Psyche's beauty, it was a concept I could not wrap my mind around and perhaps one that I still struggle with. In this world outside of myth, I cannot think of any circumstance where it is impossible to recognize physical beauty upon first seeing it. Physical, primarily beauty as perceived through direct sight, is the operative word here.

You can go and try and taste a wine and sit on it for a while and realize that perhaps it was much better than you had initially given it credit for. At first, it was repulsive to your palette, and upon a second taste, maybe with the accompaniment of food, it becomes enjoyable.

In the same vein exists the phrase, "so ugly it's cute." One can recognize a thing, such as an animal's lack of apparent beauty, but at the same time, it morphs into something different.

Mundanity, on the other hand, seems to escape me. One would think nothing of Psyche when talking to her. She would not seem exceptional by any measure, but one would recognize what they had not seen when passing from her. The only perhaps justifiable experience that mirrors this is when you fail to see the significance in a piece of art. Upon learning the story behind the piece, it immediately becomes the centerpiece of your existence for that exact moment. However, this requires intervention from another being an actual person or, perhaps, an author who has recorded said details about the art. Instead, Psyche's beauty naturally comes to the person once they depart from her company. It is indeed a great mystery.