From The Etchings Festival.
“… as a breath of wind or some echo rebounds from smooth surfaces and returns to the source from which it issued, so the stream of beauty passes back into its possessor through his eyes, its natural route to the soul; arriving there and setting him aflutter, it waters the passages of the feathers and causes the wings to grow, and fills the soul of the loved one in his turn with love.”
— Plato. Phaedrus.
John Aylward 