Everyone appreciates beauty, but nobody agrees on what is beautiful. There’s a house near us that is junked beyond belief and I think, my god, how does someone live in that? But I guarantee you, in some way and to some degree, the owner sees all that junk as beautiful. I have studied the mind, and the ways the mind works. I think he leaves that stuff on the ground because that’s where it was when he was done with it, and when he needs it again, it will be right there. It’s beautiful to him because it’s what he needs and uses; he probably looks at that and thinks or feels, man, am I rich.
The standard for beauty is what the person sees as beautiful.