When you look at a child's painting,
you see something pure and innocent.
But fundamentally the thing you see that is most beautiful, is them.
And so when one's form isn't a masterclass in perfect symmetry or perfect health and correct bone structure, you still see their expression and existence, and so it should be seen as beautiful.
Even though things may not have the actually correct form or traditional beauty standard, it is like the painting of a child.
I think if we can see existence as an infinite and eternal dream of form and sound,
we eventually come to the conclusion that every moment and every person is infinitely rare and that in lies the unfathomable feeling of beauty that all existence holds eternally.