Maybe we don't have the same definition of about what's beautiful. So define it. Define true beauty.

If Jacob was right and clothes were costumes and makeup a mask, then our attitudes and habits must be our shields.

There is a time to study a map passionately, obsessively. To see where you've gone, where others have gone before you. To commit to memory every obstacle, every danger. Shakespeare had a term for this obsession: mappery. But there is a time, too, when you say, come dragons. I challenge you to find me.

You raze the old to raise the new.

Maybe getting around in life was nothing but map-reading. A skill that required practice. A key to unlock where you wanted to go. A legend to show where you were.

Physical beauty wasn't the same as True Beauty, any more than pretty ugly meant truly ugly or Magnetic North meant True North.

Come on, don't you ever stop and smell the coffee?