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NOT IN THE EYE-IN THE HEART It was early morning; I was walking through a garden breathing deeply the fresh, fragrant air, when I noticed a couple just ahead of me. There was something discordant about them. They were like 36, not 63, that is to say, they walked with their faces averted from one another like 3 and 6 in 36, not with their faces turned to one another, like 6 and 3 in 63. Or rather, now they were like 33, following one another.
Then I heard the man's gruff voice, “I just can't understand what beauty people see in you. You have a fair complexion but surely that isn't beauty! They flatter you when they say you are beautiful.”
"And I fail to understand why they tell you, you are a great singer!” she flashed, “Yelling at the top of your voice is not singing! Your voice lacks sweetness. Why do you lap up their fulsome flattery?"
So that was it; the discord between them made them see only the flaw in each other. As I turned in another direction, I heard a bulbul trilling in ecstasy to a flower, “O, the exquisite beauty of your fragrance!”
The flower replied fondly, “Beauty pours out in golden notes from your throat!" 'The eye of love looks for only what is good.
And then I stumbled upon the truth about Beauty. Beauty lies, not in the object itself, but in the love with which it is viewed. Beauty lies not in the eye, but in the heart.
