A little comment I made on God, Suffering and Stephen Fry: A Response to John Dickson:
Joel's reasoning reminds me of Douglas Adams' little fable asking us to picture a muddy puddle which might somehow develop intelligence:
'Imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, "This is an interesting world I find myself in — an interesting hole I find myself in — fits me rather neatly, doesn't it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, may have been made to have me in it!"'
Likewise, the beautiful things in the world were not made for us, we evolved to see them as beautiful.
By the way the puddle story ends with the sun rising and evaporating the puddle. What an evil God to make such a destructive sun!
The appreciation of beauty is also better explained in evolutionary terms: we love the environment which sustains us, and this love is amplified by culture and social interaction, e.g. poetry as a courtship ritual. It doesn't lessen the meaning and nature of beauty. I prefer it to be believable rather than dependent of a mysterious God.