It is said within Plato's dialogues that he believes in a Form of beauty. This I can not reconcile by reason, and I imagine some mental gymnastics are needed, or, more likely, is that I am to dumb to grasp his concept of the Forms.
The most beautiful pen, the form, by my understanding, does not exist; but it is beauty itself which is the Form. And our perception of beauty is directly in reference, mirroring, reflecting that which is a Form. What I find beautiful in a pen is reflecting the Form of beauty in the same way as I find my wife beautiful; neither are perfectly beautiful, but both are shards of it.
If all humans' souls are to pass through the dimension of Forms all the same, and to experience these Forms, how does one hold different opinions, different reflections of the Forms?
What woman or man I find beautiful is hardly similar to those whom my friends find beautiful. A beautiful painting, and a beautiful pen, neither of these are similar whatever to my mother's opinion of them.
Are there a variety of Forms of the same things? Multiple Forms of beauty? Are there Forms for some, but not others? Are my opinions of beauty based in the true Form that my soul witnessed, or are my friend's opinions of beauty true? Or are neither? Or is it impossible to know, thus rendering the thought exercise of Forms irrelevant?
I want to emphasize that I am rhetorically asking the series of questions above, and I do not expect an answer for them, but I should rather have an explanation for reconciling the Form of beauty with differing opinions.
And anything which you may call me stupid on should also be desired if I am wrong.