God himself, the father and fashioner of all that is, older than the sun or sky, greater than time and eternity and all the flow of being,
is unnameable by any lawgiver, unutterable by any voice,
not to be seen by any eye.
But we, being unable to apprehend his essence, use the help of sounds and names and pictures, of beaten gold and ivory and silver, of plants and rivers, mountain peaks and torrents, yearning for the knowledge of him, and in our weakness naming all that is beautiful in this world after his nature - just as happens to earthly lovers.
To them the most beautiful sight will be the actual lineament of the beloved. Abut for remembrance' sake they will be happy in the sight of a lyre, a little spear, a chair perhaps, or a running ground, or anything in the world that awakens the memory of the beloved.
Why should I further examine and pass judgement about images?
Let men know what is divine. Let them know. That is all. If a Greek is stirred to the remembrance of God by the art of Phidias, and Egyptian by paying worship to animals, another man by a river, another by fire, I have no anger for their divergences.
Only let them know, let them love, let them remember.
Maximus of Tyre 185
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