Below is a short excerpt from an essay I wrote on the subjective evidence of faith, as it is presented in the first volume of Balthasar's 15-volume Triptych. I think that Balthasar's understanding of form gives us some insight into the structure of beauty and the way in which it functions as the transcendental property of being that reveals and shows forth being. Beauty is the visibility of being. From these reflections we can move into understanding how beauty and the sacred combine to form a compelling argument for the validity of the Catholic faith, as lived by Mother Teresa. In the essay, I take the finale to Mozart's Jupiter Symphony as an example of beauty's visibility:
Here is the relevant excerpt:
What
does Balthasar mean when he talks about form? For starters, it is an aesthetic
category. Form has two elements: “Both natural and artistic form has an
exterior which appears and an interior depth, both of which, however, are not
separable in the form itself.” (147). In keeping with the medieval aesthetic
tradition that finds its root in Plato, Balthasar calls the exterior aspect the
species (that which is seen) and he
calls the interior aspect the lumen.
The lumen is the radiance, splendor,
or glory (divine lumen) breaking out
of the species.
Two
important aesthetic consequences result from the species-lumen structure.
First, as we noted before, “The content (Gehalt)
does not lie behind the form (Gestalt),
but within it” (147). So if we are to perceive the content we can only perceive
it in and through the form. Second, the appearance of the form does not merely
point to an “invisible, unfathomable mystery,” but is also the mystery itself
(146). It both is and is not what it signifies. This is the dialectic of disclosure
and un-disclosure that we alluded to earlier in our comments on Christ’s
hypostatic union. In sum, the form is both the “real presence of the depths”
and a “real pointing beyond itself to these depths” (116).
Take
an example—Mozart’s finale to the Jupiter
symphony (No. 41), a work that Balthasar finds irresistibly beautiful (cf. Love Alone is Beautiful, 53). I hope we
can begin with the shared assumption that the symphony qualifies as beautiful.
But what is the source of that beauty? Why is it beautiful? The beauty of the
finale of Mozart’s symphony reveals itself in the sounding notes, especially in
the way the coda simultaneously weaves together the five independent themes of
the symphony, an unprecedented feat of integral complexity in the history of
music. We can identify these themes in technical language and observe the
subtlety of Mozart’s attention to details. In a certain sense the beauty is the arrangement and order of the
sounding notes (what else is there?).
So
the sound is the species. Yet we are certain that the beauty is not merely this
collection of sounding notes. The notes also point to some irreducible mystery
beyond the notes, which the sound reveals—allowing the mystery to break out in
a radiant splendor from the notes—even as it hides the mystery (we sense that
the mystery, whatever it is, is not subject to time, for instance, but the
finale expresses it in time and so hides its non-temporality). What is the
mystery, though? Is the symphony “about” something?
Some
will say it expresses Mozart’s will to defy gloriously the buffets fate has
dealt him: the recent death of his daughter, the loss of his audience’s
interest, his brokenness and debt, the outbreak of war. But this is not the
mystery, even if it is the context of the mystery that reveals itself. It
cannot be reduced to an utterance. Still, we feel that the mystery is beautiful
in that it shows something about reality. And the way it shows that je ne sais quoi is truth-full. The
symphony corresponds to something in reality: the dynamism, balance, order, and
resolution of the symphony mirrors something of cosmic proportion that is
beyond rational explication. It defies formulation. Mozart’s re-presentation of
the mystery somehow points to and touches the self-showing beauty of being,
that point at which all the questions of man find resolution. There is a
gratuitousness of the finale’s beauty that carries within itself its own
credibility. The necessity of the symphony—the feeling that no note could be
added or taken away from it, unless by Mozart himself—demands our surrender, yet we cannot say why. We will return to these reflections later.
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The Classical notion of Vollendung
(“the form which contains the depths”) and the Romantic notion of Unendlichkeit (“the form that transcends
itself by pointing beyond to the depths”) together “constitute the fundamental
configuration of being” (116). Being becomes a portal to the theological. If we
properly behold the form of a thing, we behold both its appearance and its
radiance, “as the splendor, as the glory of Being” (116). These depths
transport us to the last horizon of being, the point at which all reality becomes intelligible. We also note that in our
experience of being, the vertical and horizontal are equally necessary: we
“plunge (vertically) into the naked depths” through an encounter with the
“horizontal (form)” (117). In other words, in our experience of beauty, we gain
access to absolute being through a particular existent. The parallel between
the horizontal-vertical unity of the beautiful and the hypostatic union of the
God-man is, I hope, apparent.
We
must also note that eros is always involved in perception of form. “Already in
the realm of nature, eros is the chosen place of beauty:” whatever we love
appears as, “radiant with glory,” and whatever is glorious in itself, “does not
penetrate into the onlooker except through the specificity of an eros” (Love Alone is Beautiful, 54). There is a
meeting between the perception of the subject and the radiance of the object. A
double extasis occurs, in which the
beholder is drawn out of himself and into the object perceived, into the depths
of the mystery. The object, for its part, radiates a splendor that draws the
subject towards it. These two movements are the subjective and objective
aspects of perception.
A truly beautiful work of art, in its radiant glory, never ceases to fascinate the viewer, drawing him into the depths of the present mystery. The viewer becomes unaware of time, unaware of himself, and joins himself to the mystery. The experience of falling in love captures the movement well. The lover, in his love for the beloved, forgets himself and is transported into the eyes of the beloved that shine in splendor.
A truly beautiful work of art, in its radiant glory, never ceases to fascinate the viewer, drawing him into the depths of the present mystery. The viewer becomes unaware of time, unaware of himself, and joins himself to the mystery. The experience of falling in love captures the movement well. The lover, in his love for the beloved, forgets himself and is transported into the eyes of the beloved that shine in splendor.
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