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"A friend once described me as a hunter of beauty. She noticed my particular preoccupation with things I considered beautiful, and how I was - rather selfishly, so she thought - drawn towards beautiful things and experiences. She felt I was distracted from other important issues which might have been more worthy of my attention, such as social justice and various other ethical responsibilities.

Having had more than a decade to reflect on this - not quite derogatory, not quite honorary title - that was bestowed upon me, I have had enough time to examine my habits and patterns, tendencies and inclinations, delights and desires, and I have become deeply satisfied with it. Being a Christian, I have come to understand my passion for beauty as a distinctly theological endeavour, because I believe that the beauty that exists in the world is a reflection of the God who created it, and is, therefore, an insight into the mind, the heart, the character; the very person of God Himself. And, therefore, the hunt for beauty is the hunt for God."

Streams of consciousness from the mind of Stuart Holloway.

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