Beauty

When I stop and think about the word beauty, everything else along with the idea of beauty comes into mind. Beauty is like the scene where god kisses everything of his creation, including the most disastrous that is human. Like the perfect even flow of the ocean, beauty is defined by either side of itself. Daffodils, love, and cupids would be meaningless if the other side, poison ivy, hate and witches, ceased to exist. Everything …

…the idea furthur, you might find a complete new formalities of beauty, that is the beauty of ugliness and hate. To define what beauty is and understanding it, is an art. This work of art is so complex and sophisticated and yet so simple, so safe and calm yet so dangerous and boisterous. You would have to be a philosopher and an artist to understand what beauty is and to learn to love what's beautiful.