« O Psyche, you are the youngest and most beautiful of all the old Greek gods. You’re lovelier than the moon itself, or than Venus, that passionate firefly of the night sky; you’re lovelier than them even though no one ever built you a temple or piled up flowers on an altar for you; even though no virgin priestesses ever worshiped you with gorgeous midnight chants; even though no one played music for you, burnt incense for you, dedicated sacred places to you, or became an entranced prophet in your service. »

Excerpt from John Keats’ poem « Ode to Psyche »

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