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February 27, 2014
Beauty. It comes in all shapes and sizes. It has no form in reality, because it is such a virtual concept. The eye of a man can see but a tiny spectrum of colors, yet sees beauty in the sunset. How different would it be for the eye of a bee? Would it see beauty in the sunset, or something far more ugly? Like an ultraviolet madness in the face of the sun.

We often mistake love for beauty. She is beautiful, you thought. But that was love. Her rough palms grace your cheeks, and you think it is beauty.