It started like a joke:

I was looking at the Taj Mahal, and three men walked up to me, a physician, a physical therapist, and a psychiatrist. The physician said....

And we had a most interesting conversation.

I was sitting on the step/wall by the seft side mosque on the Taj Mahal platform, just gazing at the overwhelming building.

Suddenly, a man resembling a tousled version of Groucho Marx popped up next to me and said, "What do you thing of it?" His two younger companions stood by.

"I have no words to describe this sight," I said.

"But what do you think of it?

I just nodded and shrugged helplessly, and said again, "I have no words to describe this beauty."

He started to walk away with the other two, but then he popped back to me, again looking me in the eye: Why can it do that, make you withou words? How does it do that?"

I thought a minute, then said, "Well, the design is unbelievably wonderful, not just of the building but of its whole surroundings. The concept behind the design is too. The organizing of any big project is amazing! The marshaling of the materials and the workers and the artists....all is amazing, but understandable. But then to have all come together, each part of all this....I have no words I can use to express my wonder!"

The man looked at me again, and said, "I agree! I too am wordless." He then darted away.

I talked with his two companions and found out that this man was a physician, and the other two a physio-therapist and a psychiatrist. They also apologized for their friend's "odd" [with some eye-rolling].

Two days later, I remembered Keats "Ode to a Grecian Urn" which he ends with the lines..."Beauty is Truth, and Truth, Beauty; That is all ye need to know."

Art Milton