Is the blemish itself the core of their magnetic charm? Indicative of rarity, evidence of specialness? Or is this flaw--juxtaposed against the refined beauty of this face, this specimen made of white, hot light--that, by comparison, heightens our appreciation for the masterpiece, reminds us of the genetic gift that this (small) mistake would try to detract from.
Beauty mark. One imagines beauty as something pure, something undiluted, unpolluted, something unmarked (like a grave?). Therefore the anomaly contained in the very idea hides nothing: it is not the balance of beauty unto itself that creates legendary features, that captivating perfume; rather, it is the scar, the psychic contusion, whatever conjures this blemish out of the skin. Beauty Mark. Birth Mark. Birth Defect.
What value would this recognition of the physical serve? There is a romantic (i.e. co-dependent) idea that nullifies the potent beauty of the material where it is not linked to the condition of love (the heart) or a kind of quasi-religious fervor (the spirit). But I attest that there can be a flash in the eye, a contour of buttock and back, a tension in a lower lip, a certain shade of smooth, hairless, flesh that reflects back the very depth of beauty, incomparable, a mirror at the center of creation.
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