Is pleasure real or is it merely imaginary? We've often heard of material pleasures, bodily pleasures, etc., but as far as we are capable of knowing, it might not necessarily be anything but a mental phenomenon.
What if pleasure is just a meme? What if enjoyment does not exist? What if it's all mere poetic fancy, constituting nothing but decoration in art, pure artifice born from the inside of creative organ?
But if people do strongly enough believe in it and bring out works of art that represent this ideal very much in accordance to what they believe it is meant to be, then can it be said to come into being, or does it remain trapped on a canvas or on a piece of paper? If Man attributes the qualities of beauty, grace, harmony, balance to real objects that were created by nature, do those qualities indeed objectively typify them, or are they only assignations describing a subjective judgement, a mere product of circumstantial associations?

The World might not be objectively beautiful, but it is not objectively ugly.