Beauty, by this definition, is something definable and tangible. It still exists in words, though they twist around and turn on each other, coiling. This, of course, provides the answer to the initial question that sent me down this path. Because it's fodder. It's a base and will build into something else and then be refined.
Information builds on itself and becomes streamlined into knowledge.
Addition, transformation, and reduction occurs all the way up the line. While information is a part of beauty, it has been so integrated that one just can't tell anymore. It's like looking at an extremely blown up digitized image. At first, only big splotches of perfectly round color exist. Move back and everything makes sense.