it's funny how really old people seem to have a different sense of beauty than young ones. maybe it's their life experience turned into wisdom that makes them Confucian like in appreciating aesthetics. but for what it's worth, every time i visit my grandparents, their relatives or old neighbours my self-esteem sky rockets.
you might think my self-esteem is easily fooled, but only if you didn't know what self-esteem was really all about.
Credo quia absurdum. ;)