Many people, upon reading these words, will say it's just idle talk, that it's just the nonsense of fools, of those who see mirages in the eyes of beautiful women. They'll say no one sees the soul, that it's just an idle invention. But I say: yes, sir. You see, and how you see! Just be silent within, lower your body's weapons, forget the stings of desire, set aside the messes of the flesh, and look. Really look. Look into this woman's eyes. But look with your spirit, not with lust. You'll see a clarity, a bluish light that leans toward white, the kind that's hard to see. You'll feel the empathy that embraces, the tenderness that overflows. She, mind you, doesn't fool around, doesn't disguise, doesn't pretend. She connects. And when you flaunt yourself with nudity, she responds with presence. With a living presence. And what a presence! It's as if the world disappears, as if time lies down to doze in the lap of the moment. And then, my friend, you're no longer in front of a screen. You're in a universe where pleasure has taste, and words have skin.