This kind of thing makes you think there MUST be a God, doesn't it? For what other telos does the silk moth exist than to provide us with beautiful fabric to adorn our bodies with?
I used to think that killing the worms to get the fibres was cruel, but they only survive for a few days afterwards, so why not utilise them? Kant would say it is using them as a means to an end but, technically, our means is their end, and if it can produce a dress as saught after as Sarah Burton's creation, should we really complain?
Is life greater than beauty or is it not worth having without it?
xx
P.S. I greatly enjoyed the royal wedding... no one does pomp and ceremony quite like we do, and it was perfectly oestentatious with a liberal amount of solemnity.
My four weddings scores for the day:
Venue: 10/10 (the trees in the abbey? B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L and inspired! And you can't beat a palace. Ever.)
Food: 9/10 (Lovely, of course, wish I'd have eaten it, sounds DEEElish, and the McVities thing is so cute, but hasnt quite got the splendour of some wedding feasts held by previous Kings and Queens, so I'm docking the mark)
Dress: 7/10 (classic, simplisticly beautiful, but I would have dropped the waist a little to flatter more of her sporty figure, and the veil covered the bustle detail)
Overall Experience: 10/10 (ace day with the added bonus of excess pimms consumption)
Total score: 36/40
I sincerely hope that less-than-full-marks is not treason! :P
xx
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