I just thought of a girl I knew superficially 25 years ago. More like 27. She was extremely pretty. Like a young Marilyn Monroe.
She was not particularly smart or particularly pleasant. But even so, just her beauty still makes me feel a deep, intense longing even at the thought of it 27 years later.
This tells me 1) how deep our longing for Source is. And 2) how intense our fear must be, to redirect that longing to something so small and so temporary and superficial. (Not to mention imaginary).