In the interest of justifying my newest nickname, the salmon, which I am terribly fond of, please allow me to swim against the stream yet again.

It’s commonly thought that beauty resides in the realm of subjectivity, and that its children–art, music, literature, and the like–are created in the subjective image of their mother. This notion is exacerbated by the relativistic age in which we live, whereby nearly any notion is relativized and subjectivized. But is it true that beauty is subjective? I think not.  Read More