Retelling Muhammad Ali's Story on Beauty

Muhammad Ali retold an Old Sufi story about the ideal of beauty in his daughter’s book the Soul of a Butterfly. I’d like to reshape the story but maintain its essence if that’s alright. 

4 Friends planned a day at the beach during spring vacation. Under the Sun on the pier, they started debating what makes something beautiful. The group was made up of 3 college students fresh of exams, a philosopher, an anthropologist, a physicist and the fourth was her little sister that her Mom insisted she bring out to the beach. The philosopher plots his feet on the sand and says “I propose a game!” 

He points up at the wandering clouds and asks the physicsts and the anthropologist to pick the most beautiful cloud and say what the cloud reminds them of. The anthropologist takes to the sandy shore, wanders about the blue sky and hums with certainty at a grand globular white puff with streams of cloudy trails reaching out from this great ball of refracted light. The cloud was a great big sun imitating the Source of its winds. He sits decisively after having examined the sky for this stellar and surely universal answer!

The physicist gets up, her heart preoccupied with her little sister sitting in the corner; she looks up and finds a slouching sweet girl puffed up in the sky, hands thrown over her knees, drifting away from all the other clouds. She picks truely, and before blowing her sister a raspberry, the anthropologist, looking up at that janky ass patch of smoke the physicist pointed to, sighs and slaps the philosopher a 20 and said “Fine. I guess it’s only with the Heart that one perceives Beauty.”

They laughed and spent the day telling stories and jokes, listening to the little sister’s boy problems, and swam till the Sun set.