The Difference

Ghosts are beautiful, the gorgeous reflections of what happened whenever it was most important to them, not to us. They showed themselves in lace and crinolines. They showed themselves in tuxedos and micro-skirts. They showed themselves in their best, as they saw it. They showed themselves with hands making crosses over their breasts. They showed themselves kneeling before desert gods.

It doesn't matter, they are all still beautiful. The only one who is ugly is the one who doesn't know, or worse yet, who tries to hide it.