Beauty can be likened to music.  Other attractiveness out there is mass-produced, like the stuff one hears on the radio.  It's immediately catchy because it contains absolutely no substance, just the same hook in melody repeated about 3-4 times.  True beauty is like the music I discovered several years ago.  It isn't composed to be swallowed up by an ignorant populace ("Now the sound of music comes in silver pills, engineered to suit you, building cheaper thrills" Steven Wilson) but to reveal the soul of the musician.  It is filled with constant compositional shifts and transitions.  At first, true music and true beauty proceed right on past one's centers of comprehension.  Their song seems like disorganized sound and is difficult to digest.  But then comes the magic, that with each successive listen, and great songs take dozens, the beauty is made increasingly apparent and the chords flow together more smoothly.  Beauty transitions from a sight to a vision, from a sound to a song.  The jarring moments of complexity are welcomed by the ears and the vision is sought by the eyes.  True songs and true beauty retain something that is timeless, infinite, never to be overshadowed and forever to be in possession of some mystery for the beholder.