Aesthetics

The ability to define true beauty has been at debate, surely, as long as humans have had the words to do so. From ancient Greece, to modern philosophy, Western society has always had an obsession with pinning down why one thing (be it visual or lyrical art) is more aesthetically pleasing than another.
The debate about whether one even has the ability to do so goes even deeper into the human psyche. Can beauty be defined? If so, are humans capable of defining it within the language we currently possess? The problem with such questions is that they are posed to corner a response into a “yes” or “no”- as if such words could really be complex enough to answer a question so large and vague.
Positively, if one merely observes what he or she can see in the world, we can define beauty. Each of us has, at one time or another, chosen the word to define an object or idea- whether it really meant inspiration, as in Plato’s Ion, or not, it happens, and thus, we can say it is so. The debate, then, is whether beauty can be defined universally.
Such a goal would imply that the universe abides by the same standards that we humans measure it out into. (As in, an inch exists outside of a human calling it so.) I do not think it does.
Let us first say that because the human mind works in comparisons- one thing is better than another- that beauty would not exist in a world without the “not beautiful” (the ugly). Next, let us acknowledge that this definition is entirely dependent on human perspective, which has not yet consumed all of the knowledge of the universe, and thus all of the knowledge of the “not beautiful” and/or beautiful is still in the process of being known by us humans. Finally, placing human existence in time, where we are capable of experiencing only a miniscule amount of the universe’s beauty or ugliness before the opportunity has passed us by for the next moment, puts us in no position to assert any definition of universal beauty- just as we would think it silly for a child to determine the planning of a city based on what he sees from his bedroom window in an evening!
The question left is now whether beauty exists.
As I have posed before, the question of beauty is one side of a comparison between what Hume would say is what the mind defines as pleasing or not (which is totally abstract, inconstant between individuals, and often changing within individual minds) and little more. [At least, under the circumstances that we humans were given to examine the term.]
I know, upon introspection, only this: I find things beautiful and I find things ugly. There are times when others agree with my opinions about these things and times when they don’t. My opinion about beauty changes over time, and there are times when I can’t even agree with myself about the aesthetics of a work of art, but what I can’t do is stop my mind from trying to sort these works into one or the other- beautiful or not. I am always searching, always sorting.