The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it came through them, and what came through them was longing. These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself, they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshippers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have not visited.C. S. Lewis
Think about that. For me, it speaks about The Creator and The One: Christ. His creations should lead us to and worship Him.
It is about God, The One in which meaning of our lives is found.
Pace e Bene. 🙂