What God makes, is beautiful.
What man makes to serve God, is beautiful.
All else, can go to Hell.
The Essence of True Beauty
Beauty is not subjective. It is not a matter of opinion, culture, or preference. It is divine. It is absolute. It is written into the fabric of existence, woven into every curve of a woman’s body, every golden sunrise, every rushing river. God makes beauty effortlessly. He sculpts it into the world, into us, without flaw or hesitation. His creation is not just pleasing to the eye—it is truth made visible.
And when man follows that truth, when he creates in service to God, his works too are beautiful. The towering minarets of a mosque, the intricate patterns of Islamic calligraphy, the devotion poured into poetry and art meant to glorify the Creator—these things carry a sacred aesthetic. They point back to Him, mirroring the majesty of His creation.
The Woman in the Image
Look at her. She stands in a chamber bathed in golden light, framed by an ornate window that opens to the vast unknown. The full moon watches over her, a celestial witness to her beauty. She is clothed in nothing but a whisper of fabric, a sheer veil that caresses her body rather than conceals it. Her curves, her posture, the way the light kisses her skin—this is beauty. This is art. This is God’s design in its purest form.
She is not an object. She is not mere flesh. She is the embodiment of divine craftsmanship, a creation of staggering perfection. Her beauty does not exist to be owned or exploited—it exists because God made it so. And to admire her, to revel in the perfection of her form, is not sin. It is gratitude.
The Corruption of Beauty
But there is another kind of creation. The kind that twists beauty into something grotesque. The kind that seeks to erase the divine and replace it with something hollow, something unnatural. This is the world of mass-produced pleasure, of soulless entertainment, of artificiality masquerading as art. It is the world where beauty is stripped of its sacred purpose and reduced to a commodity.
There is a difference between the sensual and the obscene. One elevates, the other degrades. One calls forth awe and reverence, the other empties the soul. The modern world has forgotten this difference. It has taken the feminine form, the most stunning creation of God, and dragged it through the mud—either by covering it in shame or by displaying it without honor. Both are wrong. Both are a rejection of divine beauty.
The Return to the Sacred
What is made for God lasts forever. What is made for vanity burns away like mist in the sun. This is the law. This is why true beauty will always endure, and why its counterfeits will always rot.
Look at nature. Look at a woman’s body. Look at the finest works of devotion created by man. See the common thread. Feel it. This is beauty. This is truth. This is the standard.
Everything else?
To Hell with it.
