what, who is beautiful?

The very presence of the word just conjures up scenes of rippling gowns and flowing hair... but it is all too fantastical... well... in reality, true beauty is the smile on a childs face when she is taken out hunger by complete stranger... the whiosper of thank you a boy clothed... the tear... that single streak of tear that comes from a happy little boys first taste of anything remotely sweet... that is beauty... gets you thinking, maybe?