There is a story told in the East of how a king was debating with his philosophers and friends on wherein the beauty lies. As they talked together on the terrace, they watched their children playing below in the courtyard. Suddenly the king called the slave of the courtyard and, handed him a jeweled cap, said ‘Now take this and put it on the head of the child whose beauty seems to you to suit it best. Choose and crown the most beautiful of all those playing down there.’ The slave, a little embarrassed, but pleased and interested, took the jeweled cap most carefully. First, he tried it on the king’s son. He saw that it suited the handsome lad and yet, somehow the slave was not entirely satisfied. There seemed to him something lacking about the child, and he tried it on the head of another, and another, till at last, he put it on his own little son. There he saw that the cap fitted his child exactly. It became him wonderfully. It was just the right cap for him.
So the slave took his son by the hand, leading him to the king, and trembling a little with fear said, ‘Sir, among all the children, I find that the crown suits this one best of all. I must say this, though I am ashamed to appear so bold; for indeed the boy is the son of my most unworthy self.’
Then the king and those with him laughed very heartily as he thanked the slave, rewarded him with the same cap for his child, and said, ‘Certainly you have told me what I wished to know. It is the heart that perceives beauty.’ For the son of this Negro slave was indeed a very ugly child, as the king and all those with him saw at a glance.
People say it all depends on how you look at things, but this is incomplete. It depends on how you look at things from your heart. Not from your eyes. It is the heart that perceives beauty.
It is said there is only one beautiful child in the world and every mother has it.