I like to find the mystery in everyday things, like the architecture of flowers. This blossom seems to glow from within. C.S. Lewis, in his writings, talked about the experience of the "numinous," those lucid, peak moments when we see something that fills us with a sense of wonder and awe that can leave us speechless. Often, all we can manage to mutter at these times is "Wow...," because we have a sense that words are inadequate to describe what we are seeing or even how we feel about it.
Since the universal perception and pursuit of beauty cannot be explained by our biological needs like the activities of grooming, food-getting, staking territory, or procreating can, perhaps there is some other reason for it. I can't understand why there should be so much indescribable beauty in the world, and in the oddest places or most unexpected moments, if it is not intended by a higher power to lead us towards transcendence.