It still amazes me to look at someone I don’t find beautiful, to stare into them and see the beauty that I didn’t. That way someone you like very much becomes the brightest star, as if aspects rose out of nowhere. I start to think crazy Plato had something with his forms. Some true pure beauty that all beauty refers back to and all are have potential for. That when you look at them and see the beauty form around their face you see that pure element.