One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of the rivulet and the musical sounds of the birds until I reached a lonely spot where the flowing branches of the trees prevented the sun from touching the earth. I stood there, and it was entertaining to my soul - my thirsty soul who had seen naught but the mirage of life instead of its sweetness. A Nymph of the Jungle appeared to me, saying, 'I am the symbol of nature! I am the ever virgin your forefathers worshipped.' She spoke: 'My life is sustained by the world of beauty which you will see where ever you rest your eyes, and this beauty is nature itself.' I said, 'Beauty is a terrible power!' She retorted, 'Human beings fear all things, even yourselves.' Then she answered my deepest question: 'Beauty is that which attracts your soul, and that which loves to give and not to receive. When you meet Beauty, you feel that the hands deep within your inner self are stretched forth to bring her into the domain of your heart. It is the magnificence combined of sorrow and joy; it is the Unseen which you see, and the Vague which you understand, and the Mute which you hear.'