As humans we have a naturally embedded desire for justice and an undeniable draw to beauty. So why do both justice and beauty seem so elusive, so temporary? Despite our best efforts, the human crusade for justice remains fragmented at best. And our experiences of beauty are usually temporary, giving way to the more mundane realities of life. Is it possible that our innate hunger for both – and even our fleeting encounters with them – point to a bigger story in which each ultimately will arrive in full?