The science of enjoyment

The science of enjoyment,

A paradox in construction

For the Aesthetic,

Demanding the attention of feeling,

How can there be the measure by thinking?

A realm of the brain, for the language of the heart?

Read on, it’s true.

Waves beating on the rocks ashore,

Silence in the very music of the scene,

Dry and musty smell of the mosses,

Delicious orange horizon,

And the puffy evening clouds,

A weary returning boat,

Joy at sight, bliss at experience.

Joy, in solitude, Joy in absence.

Joy? Like a smile and Candlelight,

Joy is strange, Joy has a measure, Joy is a science…

If Unshareable, then UNUSABLE.