"Soul, what is beauty?" The girl asked. The girl was curious about what her Soul might say. She sat in silence, waiting to feel her Soul answer, waiting to hear it. "Beauty is performance," her Soul spoke. "Beauty is recognized by the blind as appearance, but beauty is a heart of gold. Performance is the ability to love, to forgive, to love again, to give more, to receive, to feel gratitude, it is lightness in the dark. It is devastation as much as it is joy. My darling, beauty is the result of seeing yourself fall, break and crack wide open. It is the force that humbles and allows for grace. Beauty is raw vulnerability and a steady hand in despair. Beauty asks for help when needed. Beauty is that help when needed. Beauty is acceptance and most of all, it is the ability to sit with fear, the dark knight, and the ability to travel with pain, the mystical professor. The dark knight gives us courage and hope, the mystical professor teaches us love and laughter. Beauty is abundance. It only blooms if showered in wisdom."