"To see every flaw, every line, every imperfection under unforgiving light that is truth. And truth is the only place where anything real can exist."
Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence. Time and distance blur the edges; then suddenly the beloved has arrived, and it's noon with its merciless light, and every spot and pore and wrinkle and bristle stands clear.
โMargaret Atwood.