Why does everything feel so beautiful

[Onecirrus]

I recently had some realizations similar to what Rupert Spira talks about. The general nonduality stuff that maybe a lot of people here find mundane compared to higher states of consciousness, Eternity, Awareness, Presence, Etc. Nothing actually happened really, just this profound peace, and these other facets that where obscured until I paid attention to them. 

But why is reality so beautiful? Every form fills me with mystery and awe, even the idea of a smelly dumpster is profound and miraculous and mysterious. Everything just drips with beauty, it feels fundamental to existence, not just an opinion. Every color and shape combination is just beautiful to me, whether it's people, clouds, stars, RAM, deodorant, candles, cracked roads, the bug bites on my thighs, etc. 

Why does everything seem so beautiful? What is Beauty?