I think people misunderstand the poetic axiom that beauty is truth, and truth beauty. They seem to understand only the superficial concept of beauty. It's not the surface that matters, it is the honesty of fact that does. A lion on the hunt, gorging on prey, is a beautiful thing. It is truth. Even that which we take to be ugly, can have its own beauty, its own truth. While the larger picture can be hideous, what comes before, and what comes after, are ugly, but there is that one perfect moment, and that perfect moment happens in all things.