True beauty is not a thing that may be conjured up at the flick of the finger, nor is it the end result of a random whim. Rather it is something that is gained through both love and experience, patience and remembrance. It is an idea, a figment, something that should not be fleeting, but is often overlooked and thought as such.

True beauty, rather, will linger. Yet it will not last aesthetically, but, rather, through the imprint which it leaves on the mind of that which has seen it. On the mind which it brings happiness.

In a way then beauty is itself a part of true happiness. It is the moments when an object is seen that provokes optimism in the minds of an audience.

Beauty is happiness, beauty is art, and beauty is more than a memory. And, finally, it is something that mustn't be ignored.