Beauty in the soul, bubbling in someone’s passion, hidden from site until a window is opened.
This would also breed an interesting discussion on genre and context. Just because his voice is beautiful in one genre, doesn’t mean that it is beautiful or right in another genre or context. Beauty itself, Lewis contended, is relative. To a male frog, someone once said, a fat green blob with big eyes is beautiful.
And yet, as far as the human species goes, it seems that some aspects of beauty are shared, and when we see someone who has honed an area of gifting (a humanizing gift), no matter their culture, something strikes us deep within. It may not draw us to their art form, but it inevitably calls us toward greatness in our own.
This comes to me from great friend and fellow blogger, Shelley Maw.