Sero et sero
Sero te amavi, pulchritudo tam antiqua et tam nova, sero te amavi! et ecce intus eras et ego foris, et ibi te quaerebam, et in ista formosa quae fecisti deformis inruebam. mecum eras, et tecum non eram. ea me tenebant longe a te, quae si in te non essent, non essent. vocasti et clamasti et rupisti surditatem meam; coruscasti, splenduisti et fugasti caecitatem meam; fragrasti, et duxi spiritum et anhelo tibi; gustavi et esurio et sitio; tetigisti me, et exarsi in pacem tuam. Confessiones x.27.38. For the curious Beauty is, for Augustine, one of our names for the divine, and all the beauty we see comes from Beauty. Our error is to fail to see and hear and smell and feel and taste the source of all the beauty around us. For more on this, the commentary of O'Donnell is a good place to look. Just click the link to the passage at the end of the frustulum. Imagine writing a work and losing it. This is what happened to Augustine's earliest work, of which he speaks in the Confes