It's an odd thing, taste. Not necessarily taste in food, but in the world around you. "I think this room looks great" one might say. "The black goes oh so well with the subtle shades of purple and green." Then someone else might say "This room is too dark." And you know what? They very well might both be right. The room depends entirely on the person walking into it. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But from a Darwinian point of view, why on earth would man develop such a seemingly useless concept? Why must a we develop our own sense, individually or collectively, of the music we listen too? Why do some people fall in love with a book at first word and others drop it flat- and why would this help our survival in the least? The caveman would have no reason for interior design, no more than he would hanging a Van Gogh on his cave wall. It's not something that helps you survive. Why is music deeply ingrained in human nature? Why are some chords scary and other grand? Why is there any reason any art exists?
While I have my own answers to these question, and I'm sure you, dear reader, to too, I'd like the stories that will be posted here tell you in and of themselves. If we can get you, the beholder, to see the beauty and not even remember this post when you're done, well, by golly we've done our job. I now leave all future posts to stories, poems, novels, expositions and narrratives to The Sporadists.
