Our consideration of the creative imitation of the beautiful, combined with the pure pleasure of the beautiful artwork itself, can, to be sure, create a lively concept in us which heightens the pleasure the artwork creates in us: -- but since our highest pleasure in the beautiful still cannot grasp the becoming of this beauty from its own power, the single highest pleasure remains the creative genius himself who produces it. And the beautiful has therefore already reached its highest purpose in its generation, in its coming to be. Our subsequent pleasure in it is only the consequence of its being; and in the great plan of nature, the creative genius exists first for his own sake and only then for our sake.
The beautiful is beautiful precisely because the power of thought can no longer ask why it is beautiful.
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