Beauty is profound. Beauty is awe-inspiring. Beauty touches the soul. All true. But we are protected from worshiping at her altar because all that is beautiful is subject to entropy.
Isaiah 40:6b-8 All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.
7 The grass withers, the flower fades,
When the breath of the Lord blows upon it;
Surely the people are grass.
8 The grass withers, the flower fades,
But the word of our God stands forever.
We are all desperately familiar with the fact that the work of our hands must be done, and redone and done again – the garden must be weeded, and pruned. The clothing frays. The buildings crumble. But even the beauty of nature is subject to entropy. Cliffs fall. Beautiful hillsides burn. Stars implode.
Beauty calls us to the Transcendent, but Beauty is not God. Entropy is there to remind us of this, until the day when Death itself is killed.