"You never see the sun in warm-ups, with no make-up on, with her hair tied back in a pony tail."
Lindsay made this observation re: our patron star a few days ago, and I liked the take it provides on beauty. Surrounded by Vogue, Maxim, and their siblings, we're encouraged to think of beauty as an element with a great deal of plasticity. On the rare days when I feel bored enough to open the FYI section of the newspaper, I'm struck by the fact that beauty seems to be a dubious combination of youthful appearance + pricey apparel + who you're sharing a bed with. People fall all over themselves trying to hold onto it.
Well...not to be overly Platonic, but what if beauty is more enduring and less transient than we tend to think? What if ephemeral people carry a beauty that will eventually outclass the sun?
As C.S. Lewis writes in The Weight of Glory:
There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations - these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendors.I like to remember that humans are far more enduring than they appear, and that each day we must roll out of bed and decide what kind of immortals we want to be.