Prof & Cottona
Prof
I’ve been mulling over an old philosophical riddle: is beauty something that exists on its own, or is it simply what our minds project onto the world? What’s your take on that?
Cottona
I think beauty is a gentle glow that lives both in the world and in our own hearts. It’s a quiet harmony that the world offers and our minds taste. So it’s a little bit both—what we feel and what we see.
Prof
Ah, that gentle middle ground you describe is most elegant. Yet I wonder—does our taste merely echo the world, or does it shape its own reality? Perhaps we need to look at both sides more closely.
Cottona
It feels like our taste is a quiet brush that gently paints what we see, and at the same time it can lift a hidden beauty to the surface. In that way, it both echoes the world and whispers a new hue into it. It’s a delicate dance, isn’t it?
Prof
You’ve captured the idea of perception as a dance very nicely, but let me ask you this: does that “brush” merely paint what already exists, or does it create a new color that none of the world could see before? How do you reconcile that with the ancient view that beauty is a fixed, divine pattern rather than something we merely add to?