 What is beauty? I asked the woods. Is it synthetic? Photoshopped? Expensive? The trees said nope. Is it gendered and race-bound? I asked. Is it white and thin? Is it what gives sexual and aesthetic pleasure to the dominant class? The sky said no. Is beauty passive then? Is it docile and non-threatening? Does it lie down and pose for pictures? The wolf and the cougar said uh-uh. Beauty, they told me, is what everything has when it is free and true.