I was at a party once when the most beautiful woman walked in.
At first, my eyes followed her like an eager student. I wanted to study her moves, her makeup, her dress. Maybe I could learn to be more like her. But within moments, I began to feel confused. I noticed her cloud of judgment as she looked at others, the smirk on her face, and her lack of joy. Slowly but surely my infatuation with her beauty evaporated.
How can someone be so beautiful and so poisonous at the same time?