another vision from macro, beauty sits not in a chair, but against a pillar of stone, watching, listening, oblivious to her beauty piercing my eyes, burning an image into my mind, into my memories, never to be forgotten, a beauty worthy of a statue. where's red? what about her curly locks? what has happened to her beauty? where has that image gone? replaced, so soon, and the new one, only to be passed by an anthropology major wondering about the evolution of human society? does the idea of beauty come and go with visions of beauty, a temporal, temporary thing, vision deciding what is beauty luck and chance deciding if she has red hair, short blonde, or blue with curls, tall short, big or small, quick and quiet, loud and slow, eyes dart over, quickly take stock and aesthetic beauty takes the gavel in hand and decides guilt of being beautiful