Beauty is the way lines meet to form a picture, the way everything around me began somewhere in the world and it took so many people, more than we could ever dream of, to get everything in this exact position in space and time. Beauty is an idea becoming a reality, a white flag waving as fighting ceases. Beauty is a smile, whether on the face of someone who has been through more than their fair share of hardship or on the face of an innocent child opening his/her eyes for the first time. Beauty is love, and love is beautiful.