As long as it remains true that a man’s estimation and conception of beauty lies within the strength of his eyes then forever must he be deceived by it. Let him suffer so that he be bound by yearning throughout his days and years. This is just retribution for his exalting one above the other in his ignorant quest for beauty’s perfection by such a simple compass as his eyes.
Men have built thrones of ivory decked with onyx. They have built great temples fragranced with the choicest and most expensive perfumes. Yet none has seen the perfect beauty and none knows it. It is an idle thought to pursue it as the slothful man who rests under the sun and dreams under the moonlight.
There is a majesty that lies within the inner sanctum of a heart that’s pure and true but the eyes cannot see it nor can the ears hear its sincere thoughts from a distance.