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Amen, I loved this. I went to a Waldorf school growing up and I've always been so grateful I was exposed to so much real beauty, since they take aesthetics really seriously. As this was tangential to growing up in San Francisco where modern art was really prominent, I always wondered why adults around me enjoyed such ugly, meaningless art (the 90s was terrible for like, senseless geometric objects and shapeless blobs in art, it was horrible). I wasn't raised with a Christian worldview and Waldorf's paradigm is very esoteric, so in a weird way I was shown God, without being told anything about Him. This resonated, even when not anchored in meaning. I've often wondered is this why I recognized Him so quickly as soon as I heard the Gospel and started reading the Bible.

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