The world has an image. the image always seems to be that beauty is what is on tv and magazines now adays but what about the beauty of holding a child for the first time? what about the beauty of the sun when it arises in the morning these little things that catch our eye every once in a while when we least expect it. beauty is not within the eye.. it is within our minds, our souls its what keeps us wishing for the future. A beauty which does not exist in time