And my mother would say to me, ‘You can’t eat beauty. It doesn’t feed you.’ And those words plagued me and bothered me. I didn’t really understand them until finally I realized that beauty was not a thing I could acquire or consume. It was something that I just had to be. And what my mother meant when she said you can’t eat beauty was that you can’t rely on how you look to sustain you. What does sustain us . . . what is fundamentally beautiful is compassion for yourself and those around you. That kind of beauty inflames the heart and enchants the soul.