That Greek word is as lovely as it sounds. It translates to “the singular balance of the good and the beautiful,” which I have learned while re-reading Eat Pray Love. The peculiar thing about re-reading is that you pay attention to different things every single time, and it just so happened that this phrase struck a chord in me, owing to my situation at the moment. (So I will use this phrase in this context and this usage, as the definitions are not limited to just this one. )
In the most honest way I can state this, I find that it is utterly selfish for the self to be seeking attention through its most potent poison: depression and self-degradation. The almost automatic addiction and acceptance of this is truly bewildering, discriminating no one at any given point in time. Why do we befriend this self-destructive entity when all it is purposed to do is gnaw at you from the inside, utterly untraceable until only before your demise?