Beauty is the subtle and sublime characteristic that makes us give pause and not listen to our own internal din, but hear the world at large. Beauty is what changes you so profoundly and deeply that you look back at the way you saw the world prior and wonder how that person could have ever existed: how that person could have ever known happiness. Beauty is change and beauty is constant. Beauty is the wonderful spiraling heights of creation and the infinite horizon of dreams. Beauty is eternal and fleeting.
The Maxwell Equations are beauty in its most elegant soul affirming form. They are soft and hard. They speak volumes without uttering a word. They stir within a feeling of the divine and a shimmering wholeness of the universe. They are simple but deep. From the dissidence of two forces they forge one. From the entropy they create the whole. They weave a single shimmering strand from two separate threads: electricity and magnetism made complete. Truly, if there are gods, this is their handwriting.