[Edit: apollinax suggested that I cross-post this to everyday_genius. I suppose we can look at it as "what do I like about music/things/life" answer and the qualities we (as a culture) choose to imbue to what we absorb through our senses.]
+"Too many notes, Mozart."+
I read this article about shifting perception's regarding Mozart, how each age's particularly tinted spectacles shifted him from devil-prince of dangerously complex music to the serene china figure on music's shelf. Do we love what we perceive as "the dark, the perverse, the transgressive?" I confess to having sympathies on what could be charitably labeled as "misunderstood" characters: the Steerpikes, the Snapes, the Hannibals of the world. The strange thing is, I don't love their cruelties but rather their complexities. The way that DPT (dark, perverse, transgressive) characters meticulously cultivate their surroundings: their trappings, their mannerisms and peccadilloes, the dark roads their presence on this earth implied.
It has been said that I have a personality that verges towards the curious and dispassionate, which I suppose is polite code for someone quite possibly prone to do unpleasant things. I have no idea why I prefer the things I do, all I know is that when I see something I like, it resonates with some internal force. For example: strange movies. My friends will occasionally shake their heads at my predilection for "creepy" movies. What makes "creepy?" Is it tapestry-like worlds? Is it rapid discussion and ambiguous ends? Is it the constant theme of unheimlich, that pulses vein-like through every dream where the mask falls off a familiar face, only to reveal the same blank face underneath.
I love the complexities of the world, I see it everywhere. Even in the desert, I can see the dunes and imagine the uncountable grains of sand, the footsteps of the few who have trod this way, the scuttling animals who manage to thrive, the formation of winds. Nothing is ever as simple as it seems -- thank heavens for that.
To love God strikes me as uncanny as well. His is a face we know, but cannot know with certainty. Stars beyond counting, disasters beyond awareness, and all nested in a human heart.
I love what makes me afraid, what makes me uncertain of my position on earth.