so i'm driving along, and it rained last night, and there are all these leftover clouds hugging the mountains, and i'm thinking, "wow, this is really beautiful.".... the question is, why do i find that beautiful? i don't really know. is it because i have been told it is beautiful all my life? is it because i associate it with the feelings of wonder and fantasy i felt when i watched some movie like ShangriLa as a little kid? why is it? why do so many other people find the same things beautiful? then again, why do so many people find completely different things beautiful? why do some people not even notice? what is beauty anyway? is beauty what we're told it is? is beauty something that stirs up the chemicals in our brain to give us a certain feeling? is that feeling beauty? or is beauty the thing that causes that feeling?