A living person is a body with a trapped soul in it. I say trapped because we don't choose our body but we don't choose our soul either. A body aged, injured and healed. It's physical. But a soul is the same either when we were young, old or handicapped. A soul is the one that makes up a person's personality. We complained about our body but our soul is what we are.
So, what makes a person beautiful?
Someone wise and mature must say it's the soul.
Someone superficial might say it's the body.
I don't know.
But I say it's a little bit of both.
There. Just a passing thought. A crappy one indeed. Who cares. :D
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