Beauty comes to me as I admire. I admire when contemplation takes my heart. I am my heart as I observe myself, and I realize, love is my beauty. Intelligence comes to me through insight. I am insight when light surrounds me. I am intelligence as I surrender to the unfolding of time, and I realize, love is my intelligence. Love comes to me as I observe attentively. I observe when beauty enchants me. I am attracted to myself as I observe myself, and I realize, I am love.
Where does beauty lie? Could it be possible that through admiration beauty is found? Where does intelligence come from? Is insight indispensable for an out of the box intelligence?