/lit/ - Literature

>>10799434
Oddly accurate post, attempting to delve into the psyche of the beautiful.
A comparison would be with the ability to be alive. It's so natural you never actively live, never consciously maintain your processes. Living is a must and live we must. For the beautiful women in special (in the current incarnation of reality, that which we perceive right now), there is no knowledge outside being beautiful women. Not-beautiful is not-alive. It's literally death, or rather, the uncrossable bulwark of death, beyond which we have no vision.
Not even beautiful people who turned ugly can know this, as they still have the memory of being beautiful bruising the mind.
Only the ugly know about the condition of being naturally ugly. We are the blind to their sigh, and they are the blind to our sight.

Explain the sounds of a river to a deaf man.