The constancy of Beauty
It seems to me that those things which appear to be beautiful to me are, in fact, beautiful. Is this surprising? Yes. Because I have thought something was true, only to find out that it was not true. I have thought that something was good, only to find out that it was not. But beauty does not seem to capable of lying. Now it is most definitely the case that something which did not seem to be beautiful then turned out to be beautiful.
I do not think we are drawn toward what is false, but we falsely think certain things are true when they are not. Likewise, I do not think that we are drawn toward what is bad, but we falsely thing that things are good when they are not. We are not drawn toward what is ugly – but can we falsely think that something is beautiful? If not, then is it possible that beauty is our most reliable guide?