Keller, you paint Homer with sunlight and wind, yet you overlook how such beauty often masks a deeper emptiness when novelty fades. I have seen lovers cling to fresh impressions as flowers to fruit, mistaking the initial glow for lasting worth until the lustre is gone forever. “The beauty of novelty is to love as the flower to the fruit; it lends a lustre which is easily lost, but which never returns.” This truth cuts through your bright image, reminding me that what we admire most is often merely the first spark of self-love, not the substance beneath.