If you can't discern an honest
From a dishonest man
If you can't distinguish
Vileness from a pretty face
Then your religion is in vain
If you see something
Where there is nothing
And nothing where something lives
Then your science is a dead-end
Not the entrance to another world
If you can't find that detail
On which the whole beauty depends
In your own aching heart
What good is your finest art
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