Oh, you small-minded creatures
on your tiny blue planet,
convinced of your singularity,
if only you knew.
By raising my statues
you have praised my names,
Aphrodite, Venus and Thalia
to just name a few.
You made me the epitome of beauty,
never seeing me truly,
as your eyes can only observe
what your mind will allow.
To save yourself from insanity
you needed to perceive something,
so incarnate beauty you chose.