It's the in-between, the sustenance, not just the gears and bolts that make a human. When you forget to find out how the person was built—the oil, chemistry, and the craft—you miss all the beauty.
I'm always amazed at how 'We The People' come together to assist one another during Hurricane Season or any other calamity. The beauty of human compassion always staggers me and reminds me of how divine we truly are. However, It shouldn't take a disaster, natural or otherwise, to remind us of our collective humanity.
Beauty is everywhere and the ability to observe the very sight or presence of it is our natural birthright. It is how we appreciate beautiful things and what type of thought pattern we are associating with it that determines beauty in its essence a façade. Highly desirable for what it seems, albeit lacking substance. Enforcing beauty only on a surface level; rather something genuine, representing fullness and abundance, teaching us to see the beauty within the depths of ourselves.
Fawn knew no matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried, Willow would never know she was beautiful. Even if he climbed the highest mountain and shouted it across the world, she would never believe the truth.
When a guy calls you hot, he's looking at your body. When a guy calls you pretty, he's looking at your face. When a guy calls you beautiful, he's looking at your heart. All three guys still wanna fuck you though.