But love in its higher sense teaches us that there is a love, an object, a beloved that can last with us and prove satisfactory, compared with which there is nothing in life worthy of all our love; and that one object is God. But among those who say, "O yes, I love God", very few tell the truth; very often that is a false pretence. How can we love the formless and colorless? It is impossible to love one whom we cannot confine within any particular beauty. It is only those who pretend to be spiritual because they are godly and pious towards those of their own sect that say, "We love God." It is as absurd to say this as to say to a beloved, "O beloved, I love you very much, but I do not like looking at your face." For God says, "I have made man in My own image."