She’s so shallow. A wading pool of superficiality made up of small puddles of insignificance. What does she offer? Why is she here? Her silence is often mistaken for dissonance. Her beauty, a distraction. Her vulnerability, a handicap. Poor fools. Oblivious to the organic gifts within. Intuition. Consciousness. Excellence. Spectators stand in awe as her light shines past the mucky haze of their expectations. Her glare is blinding. She lends them her shades.