Does Beauty Exist?

So sitting in lecture today, during the beauty part of it, I recalled this poem I had once read by Charles Bukowski, called "I Met A Genius," and was able to track it down. It's got a bit of a dark feel to it, but was pretty applicable nonetheless; it really makes you think. I've also added the link to a forum it was posted on; some of the comments go a bit into what we talked about.

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
as he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.
it was the first time I'd
realized
that.

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-met-a-genius/