Beautiful at Bondi

January 2005 found Georgina and I at Bondi beach. It was black with the beautiful people mostly young and athletic. One of the few exceptions was a gent called 'Beautiful', he showed me his passport with the name inserted, probably illegally. He was about 65 years old and was dressed in Indian manner with headress and some kind of lungi. He stood on the esplanade and greeted passer byes with challenging messages of wisdom, some of which I reproduce here. His message seemed to be one of embracing all of life. I said All. For further detail refer to the archive for December 2004 and read 'Bondi Beauties'.