Beauty

True beauty, emanates from the core of a person and spreads out in radial lines throughout the entire spacetime continuum. A beautiful woman can change the very fabric of reality. When she walks in, sound changes (ex. the sound of your own voice) - other items and/or people in the room can fade - and a heightened sense of the faintest chemical trace of perfume can be immediately analyzed , chemically matched and identified.

If she brushes up against you, fireworks can explode beneath your eyes - the entire world will build to some higher purpose and you will believe that heaven not only exists but that you can quite possibly travel there. The color and light against the dark like west texas sparklers in the half light of an open field. The shimmering glow of the water around your arms as you stare up at the carribean night sky. The distance between two fingertips at the roof of the sistine chapel long after man has faded away to nothing and all that remains are our buildings and the echo of our songs. The bite of a kitten, the grip of a friend's hand up a climbing wall - the long slow movement of a surfer's arm in the water, turning toward shore and lining up for takeoff.

A beautiful woman will get more things for free, and have more doors opened for her - than any other person in the world. And, interestingly - it is more likely that a beautiful woman - if she becomes pregnant - will have a baby girl. She is 6 percent more likely to have a child, and more likely to have a baby girl..

This means, that as time goes on - women become more beautiful. Have you noticed? I have. And to be honest, I'm ok with it.