What is beauty?
Beauty is something that doesn't exist. We make it. A beautiful thing is considered beautiful because we want it to be. Beauty is in our eyes, not out there. What we abhor might not be beautiful to us, but it may seem pleasurable to those who wish to extract delectation out of it. And same goes for repulsive looking things.
These words may or may not be coherent to some, but it makes complete sense in my head.
Beauty should never be taken in account when you seek the truth, for it might deceive you from the right path, making you deflect towards it's mind-diverting powers.
And, of course, inner beauty is non-existent too, just like the external beauty.
Someone trying to support or create a good cause just for the welfare of their kind or any other thing, may seem to have an ill-rationales or said to possess inner beauty by people with disparate mental images.
Every opinion and every doing is just a matter of perspective, I have no vacillation in that.
And beauty is something on which the frame of reference is used the most, all around the entire world. I, myself, have my own definition of beauty, which I just wrote down here.
The more often we see the things around us - even the beautiful and wonderful things - the more they become invisible to us. That is why we often take for granted the beauty of this world: the flowers, the trees, the birds, the clouds - even those we love. Because we see things so often, we see them less and less.