But when does one actually experience it? Is it something you can be shown or taught? Many think so. Perhaps it dwells in a vision, taste, smell or vibration? A memory perhaps of some time or place.
Some would define it by strict lines and angles, while others would have us believe that the abstract view would enhance or bring it in to focus. Still, others would look to the human form to find guidance and pause. Maybe it's not man made but embedded in the wonder and power of nature or in the structures of our eath its self. Then again, might it be a logic of no body, existing only in our minds and souls or simply a perspective.
Surely for my time on this planet, I have experienced them all but something was missing and hidden from me. In reflection: I've stood on the edge of the Grand Canyon and beheld the buffet before me. I've caressed the softness of a maiden's breast and felt the leather roughness of my father's hand. I've seen the birth of my children and held a dyings person's hand and watched them travel from life to death. I've seen the artworks of the masters both old and new. Smelled the sweet fragrance of honeysuckle, thick in the early morning country air. I've flown above the clouds and dived below the waters of the sea. I've listened to man's music and that of nature and the earth. I've gazed into the endless space above and the depths of my own soul. These things and more are part of me. 
So did I let beauty pass by me unnoticed? No, but I failed to drink it in enough, being to busy trying to move forward. Which brings us to a revised definition.
Beauty - that one point in time which may be a fraction of a second or an extended period of time when you and the thing of your attention seem in harmony with all that you are to the point that without thinking about it, you wish it would never end. It is unique to every being.
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