Beauty is the oracle that speaks to us all.
The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself but never speaks.
In my world history comes down to language and art. No one cares much about what battles were fought who won them and who lost them - unless there is a painting a play a song or a poem that speaks of the event.
Great art speaks a language which every intelligent person can understand. The people who call themselves modernists today speak a different language.
Every happening great and small is a parable whereby God speaks to us and the art of life is to get the message.
The way to Heaven is ascending we must be content to travel uphill though it be hard and tiresome and contrary to the natural bias of our flesh.