Ai that moment, we can draw comfort from so-called wisdom, an accumulation of ideas put together by p ple wishing to define the world instead of respecting the mystery of life. This "wisdom" consists of all the unne esary rules, regulations, and measurements intended to establish a standard of bchavior. According to that false wisdom, we should not be concerned about beauty because it is superficial and ephemeral. That isn't true. All the beings created under the sun, from birds to mountains, from flowers to rivers, reflect the miracle of creation. If we resist the temptation to allow other people to define who we are, then we will gradually be able to let the sun inside our own soul shine forth. Love passes by and says: "I never noticed you before." And our soul responds "Well, pay more attention, because here lam. It took a breeze to blow the dust from your eyes, but now that you have recognized me, don't leave me again, because all of us desire beauty. Beauty exists not in sameness but in difference. Who could imagine a giraffe without its long neck or a cac tus without its spine The irregularity of the mountain