One of the earliest commercials I remember is of a gorilla banging around luggage in a zoo cage.  I am reminded of that every time I have a package delivered looking like this.  No matter how many bright orange signs or how many times the word “fragile” appears, my packages seem to arrive looking like a gorilla has beaten them to bits.  Sometimes I think the stickers actually invite transporters to manhandle the packages out of some perverse form of pleasure.  I have a mental image of two guys kicking it toward the truck and waiting for the sound of broken glass rattling before chunking it inside.  Whatever the case it never fails to make me dread opening a package like this praying the contents are still in one piece.  The Roman poet Ovid once said, “Beauty is a fragile gift.”  I would like to think that is not so.  I believe that beauty is strength in the face of adversity and the courage to stand up for what is right.  Beauty is tenacious, beauty is defiant, and beauty is unconventional.  Feelings may be fragile, egos may be fragile, but never beauty.  No, to me beauty is anything but fragile.