And a poet said,
Speak to us of Beauty.
Where shall you seek beauty,
and how shall you find her unless
she herself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her
except she be the weaver of your speech?
Beauty is life
when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
