What if I were to say that beauty in itself does not exist,
how can such diversity be fixed as one representation ?
The flower raises a different image to each eye that beholds it,
The moon a different face to whom it beams down on,
a pretty girls smile has greater value perhaps to its recipient,
a lowly ant at its work, one person's fascination, another's recoil,
We shun the view of our face in the mirror, whilst others smile at its radiance,
The newly born child, more beautiful to its mother than all the wonders of the world, whilst others may only view a wrinkled, writhing, screaming devil,
So the paradigm is such that we cast not judgement on anyone or anything without first considering the perspective of such questioning.