beauty is not merely a physical form. it is the feeling that the form evokes, it is the concept that it stands for; not merely an image, but the history of the image. it is how one sympathizes with, relates to, thinks about an object, as well as its simple appearance; it is the work that went into creating it and the mistakes that were corrected along the way. beauty is the body alone, but also the willpower and energy that went into shaping it, decorating it, presenting it. it is comprised of both the ease and the struggle of existence, and of the way that they are so slightly incompatible, like butanol in water.