As soon as we can think in this way, we come to see that the lover is vaster, incomparably vaster than the object he loves. The real love, the real beauty, is in the lover. The object that he loves is much smaller, although for the moment the lover is not aware of the difference. The lover thinks, "You are the object before which I bow. You are the object of which I think day and night, before which I am helpless. You are the object that I admire, that I adore." Yet he does not realize the vastness of his love, and indeed, strictly speaking, love is vaster than the lover.