Beholder

Beauty is blameless, as is the lack of it, at the roll of a dice we are bestowed with our beauty or with the lack of it. Any merit we claim or project on a person, as a reflection of this beauty, is as invalid as that to which we give those born into riches. Control is beyond us, acceptance the only way forward; swagger is unseemly and dismay a chasing of the wind. Vanity can be acquired or shed; pouts, frowns, lines and mopes, all these are added by what occurs to us, and how we receive these occurances. And we know all this. Yet we praise the glamourous, the young and the beautiful, and the old man dies of shame in the corner, and the ugly find love with the ugly, all the while pining for the untrue.