Beauty is Madness...

"Is she pretty?" -- a close-ended question that left my motor mouth choking and sputtering before it could give a fair answer of YES or NO.  A simple question shifted my neurons into high gear as it began to theorize, rationalize and philosophize the idea of beauty.

Does beauty have color, size and shape? Does it have categories wherein one can be described as pretty but not beautiful (and cute is even a senseless word in the world of Art)?  Does it define personality or is it the other way around?

Probably, the greatest deception ever pulled  was convincing the whole human race that our uniqueness is an imperfection and the society's dictates of what is and is not pleasing caused self-appreciation to evolve into self-depreciation.  It's a whole evolution process in retrograde.

So what is beauty?  A perceptual experience of pleasure or satisfaction. An in-the-moment euphoric sensation. A swirl of emotion. A breathtaking impression.  A fiery passion. A violent reaction. An internal combustion...

Madness... madness... Indeed.