I don't think much of beauty, actually. I see it largely as a superficial, seductive glamour, and not much more. It flees and fades much too quickly to be deeply satisfying. It also tends to denouce/deny the powerful and violent nature of reality, in it's rush to settle into the comfort and coziness of delusion too easily, for my tastes.

On the other hand, I do value catharsis as a means of deep, abiding, and profound transformation, which sometimes in wonderous things, like a genuine compassion and empathy, or the expression of joy which, to me, is much more authentic than beauty.