Beauty

Sitting in a fluffy chair amongst the colorful mugs and Christmas lights at Starbucks, I found myself thinking about beauty.
Ladies long for beauty from the time we are three, slipping into mom's heels, spraying grandma's perfume and rubbing on way too much rouge. We buy magazines at the counter - a 3.99 bargain to study Catherine Zeta-Jones' radiance and get workout tips from Kate Hudson! We dream of the dress we'll wear on our wedding day before we really ever consider dating.
The sight of beauty makes men giddy. Depending on the type of man, on seeing a beautiful women, they might let out a cat call or ask her for a date.

These are simplistic, Americanized examples of beauty. I don't mean to limit it - these are just a few of millions of examples I could give.
The point is, no matter who and where we are, beauty calls for us - demands our attention. It's an undeniable force that draws us in and makes us do things we wouldn't, had its sight and scent never crossed our path. It moves us.

What is beauty? Can it be defined?
I wonder if scientists have given it a go?
If I thought about it long enough, I think I could come up with an okay definition. It probably wouldn't be shared by anybody else, and I'd probably change my mind the next time I saw something beautiful, as it wouldn't fit into the cage I'd tried to put it in before. I don't think it's something we try and tame...We know it when we see it, don't we? Is that one of the beauties of beauty?
Beauty. I wonder what it is? I wonder why the desire for it is inate?
The thought of it gave me a strange, surprising confidence as I sat there in Starbucks. I do seek for The Truth and desire not to be blinded from it by my background and cultural traditions. Sometimes that means I get sidetracked by this world and focus too strongly on things I can see.
Beauty is one heavenly evidence to seek past things as they seem.