Here’s a quote from Ernest Hemingway’s THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA:
He looked across the sea and knew how alone he was now. But he could see the prisms in the deep dark water and the line stretching ahead and the strange undulation of the calm. The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.
That last line works for me: I feel it. And it can only be expressed in emotional, rather than intellectual, terms.
Appreciation of a work of art is a use of emotional, rather than intellectual ability.
love hemmingway. not so much a fan of this one
I hear you.