To fly you have to let go

I look back and I often wonder and wander. Looking back on a journal entry I just found date "1 Imix" (Sept 9th 2009) as I was wandering through a promise land, I wondered:
"Why does one delight in the discovery of each new beauty in the beloved? Beauty, as I intend, means the promise of a quality useful to my soul (+) and transcends physical attraction(*); the latter is only one particular kind.
An example of the difference of the beauty that I intend can be described by the two eagles high above the Mississippi River I just trolled past. Each in their own tree, waiting, wanting nothing else but to live in the companionship they found for life with their mate. The rest, or anything they see or behold with each other in their talons, becomes becomes ordinary beauty for these two eagles, but extraordinary beauty in the eyes of a spectator. This spectacle describes the latter, the (*), the particular kind of beauty that is physical beauty. To the eagles it perhaps is the former(+)."
below that in different ink, I scribbled:
"Magic Moments / Rob Eldridge" and a quote from Stendahl:
"And perhaps the perfect music I have just the pleasure of hearing...has mearly had an effect I already knew; that of inspiring livelier thoughts about my preoccupation of the moment."

I wish to the lord that I could find that song, but like with most things that effect me to that degree, it will reappear in the most convienient time.

Later that day I found my new favorite shirt at a not so thrifty price. But considering the sentimentality of my thoughts recorded earlier that day, I would say it is priceless.