MAJESTICALLY POWERFUL
Several people believe that beauty commands power. For example, a majority of the male youth on this planet take it as granted that it is the privilege of beautiful women to command what they will of them. It is their birthright. While that is an incorrect perception and a different matter altogether, the point I am striving to make here is that the converse of this is also true. Power itself is beauty. Power is foreful, compelling and majestic. Beauty is in power. Majesty exudes beauty. Anything majestic, regal and powerful has to be beautiful in some sense. A streak of lightning across the sky, a tiger roaring in the prime of youth, while they may inspire fear to an extent also have a certain asthetic quality that command a second glance (which unfortunately is not possible in case of the lightning). The hum of a Ferrari, the powerful throttle of a sports bike, the feel of a Beretta, the grip of a swiss army knife, remote of a plasma TV...(sorry got a bit carried away back there) all cause a certain thrill to the rightminded person. And while jealous women may taunt us by quoting 'the Freudian Theory on male obsession with size', as regards the large objects that we might possess(The Theory states that men who surround themselves with large things are compensating for a certain lack of size.....well u know where) they can make no such claims about powerful objects. So they have to be satisfied by quoting the oft quoted cliche "oh, boys and their toys". At some point man must have subconciously realised this connection because he gives powerful things the most pleasing look and the most ezquisitely beautiful outer covering (the examples of the car, bike, gun and army knife earlier mentioned come to mind). Who ever heard of a beautiful Fiat Padmini or an ugly Ferrari. Which is also why those modified Indian bikes only inspire ridicule.