Young Plato fell in love with Socrates, but Socrates was ugly. One cannot fall in love with the ugly; one loves only the beautiful. Plato could not say that he fell in love with the wise one who happened to be ugly. Thus, he proclaimed that his beloved was beautiful, superior in beauty to anyone else considered beautiful by the ignorant. One says, “This is not beautiful, but something else is beautiful,” and Plato proclaimed similarly, “This is a lower kind of beauty, but there is also a higher kind.” However, this higher, true and real beauty is invisible to the pedestrian’s eye. Plato, who loved Socrates, is the one who loved the true Beauty, the higher species of the beautiful. His love is more subtle and sublime than the love of any others, for he can see and love the supreme beauty of the invisible spirit and soul; he can see this love with his spiritual eyes. It is young Plato who speaks through the character of Alcibiades in the Symposium: “What [Socrates] reminds me of more than anything is one of those little sileni that you see on the statuaries’ stalls . . . they’re modeled with pipes or flutes in their hands, and when you open them down the middle there are little figures of the gods inside.” But this is just a simile, for the divine picture, the soul of Socrates, is not accessible through the opening of the sileni’s body. Not everyone can open it; only love can perform the miracle. There are two miracles that appear at once: the miracle of beauty hidden behind an ugly mask, and the miracle of love that sees through the mask into the essence of another person’s soul. This is the primal scene of the concept of the beautiful: erôs and kalon, love and the beloved. We love the beautiful—and it is beautiful because we love it.