To the LIght House-a paradox between terror and beauty

Since we have been dealing with the "dark epiphany" so much, I selected one of the many E's in V.W's story that is, shall I say, a mortal one. It begins on page 15 when Mrs. Ramsay is sitting in the window listening to all the sounds surrounding her when SUDDENLY she no longer hears her children gabbing or her husband chatting, and (again)--
"SUDDENLY and unexpectedly, especially when her mind raised itself slightly from the task actually in hand, had no such kindly meaning, but like a ghostly roll of drums remorselessly beat the measure of life, made one think of destruction of the island...that it was all ephemeral as a rainbow--this sound which had been obscured and concealed under the other sounds SUDDENLY thundered hollow in her ears and made her look up with an impulse of terror" (16).
     Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly, it all stopped and only the sound of our mortality was left to beat like an echo that will eventually fade away. Mrs. Ramsay momentarally became aware of life that exists in another plane of "real time". Her epiphanic moment of mortality is in fact pointing to the mortal's diseas, which is "awareness". Here and now Mrs. Ramsay is feeling the "finite pulses" that exist within the terror of living in the moment with a inevitable future of death. As Kevin showed us in his blog and told us today, "we are DOOMED TO ENJOY dark epiphanies". However, there is a brief recognition of beauty amongst all this negativity.
     The rainbow, which stands out like a beacon of light (maybe a lighthouse). Mrs. Ramsay slips this fleeting image of peace and calm that comes after a storm and in (in this case) the middle of a storm, which is quite paradoxical...Maybe the rainbow is in the middle because the real terror is still yet to come? I keep thinking of hurricane Katrina and the power, awe and terror it caused. It must have been a moment without words, only fear and awe, and then after it was all done there was the realization of the terror that just occured. But I also bet that there were some rainbows afterwards (lol). I guess my point is that even in the darkest of moments, if we could be the "one whom nothing is lost" we might see these connections between terror and beauty all within the same moment. If we can do that, then we all could be "Aesthetic Heroes" of our time.