This, my dear Socrates,” said the stranger of
Mantineia, “is that life above all others which a man should live, in the
contemplation of beauty absolute; a beauty which if you once beheld, you
would see not to be after the measure of gold, and garments, and fair boys
and youths, whose presence now entrances you; and you and many a one would
be content to live seeing only and conversing with them without meat or
drink, if that were possible—you only want to be with them and to look at
them. But what if man had eyes to see the true beauty—the divine beauty, I
mean, pure and clear and unalloyed, not clogged with the pollutions of
mortality, and all the colours and vanities of human life—thither looking,
and holding converse with the true beauty divine and simple? Do you not see
that in that communion only, beholding beauty with the eye of the mind, he
will be enabled to bring forth, not images of beauty, but realities (for he
has hold not of an image but of a reality), and bringing forth and
nourishing true virtue to become the friend of God and be immortal, if
mortal man may. Would that be an ignoble life?” (Jowett, Plato, vol.
ii. p. 58).