Our mind is like a cloudy sky: in essence clear and pure, but overcast by clouds of delusions. Just as the thickest clouds can disperse, so, too, even the heaviest delusions can be removed from our mind.
How can you say you’re not pretty, when you’re a cluster of stardust. A walking explosion of nebulas, like there are constellations that knot your arteries together. You’re beyond pretty, more like a spectacular sight for all of us.