Beauty, is defined differently when you listen to the voices of opinions, which spew from different people.

People who hold different views of life in their hearts. Different views, different experiences, and different personalities.

They come from other places, but sometimes they come from the same place as us. It's like America and China uniting as one, we'd still have Hispanics, African Americans, Whites, Asians, and Germans meeting other Hispanics, African Americans, Whites, Asians, and Germans.

This beauty, so undescribable by word's. Only hand motions can convey our deep understanding of such beauty. Yet the people implied to understand it's deepness is compiled of a minority in this overpopulated reality.

These minorities, see life deeper than any other.

They see the millions of people going to sleep at the same time, working, playing, crying, running, dancing, breaking, hating, faking, waiting.

They feel the pains of millions dying and joy's of millions living,

While they notice astriods and stars exploding at the same time as all of this takes places.

It never baffles them when they realize over a million people are doing the exact same thing they do and will do.

It never baffles them that as the sun rises and illuminates their faces, the moon is shining brighter on the other side of the world.

How deep is this beauty, not only found in every living being, or in the mathematical beats of music. How deep is this beauty not only found in the suns and moon rythmical ascension and descension.

Beauty may be defined different, but we all can agree

Beauty is aparant.