As young children we tend to not only superficially see beauty, but feel it in ways too rich in magic and wonderment to ever verbalise. This natural joy tends to get beaten out of us as we pass through the slaughterhouse of school to be broken down and then reformed into servants of the political/financial/cultural system. Add a dose of depression and somehow the same physical objects (the moon, birds, sunsets...) possess only the smallest fraction of their original beauty, viewed through the subjective lens of a shattered mind.
