So, although my soul took joy in perceiving this majestic and unfathomable Mind, because it could worship so limitless an Infinity as its own Father and Creator, it sought with an even more eager desire to know the true appearance of its infinite and eternal Lord, so that it might be able to believe that this immeasurable Deity was clothed in splendor fitting the beauty of His wisdom. Then, while the devout soul was baffled and lost through its own weakness, it caught from the prophet's voice this admirably expressed standard of comparison for God: By the greatness of His works and the beauty of the things that He has made, the Creator of worlds is rightly discerned.⁠a The Creator of great things is supreme in greatness, and the Creator of beautiful things supreme in beauty. Since the work surpasses our thoughts, the Maker must surpass all thought. So heaven and air and earth and seas are beautiful, and the whole universe is beautiful too, as the Greeks agree, who call it κόσμος, that is, order, because of its beautiful arrangement. But if our thought can appreciate this beauty of the universe by a natural instinct — an instinct like the one we see in certain birds and animals whose voice, though it lies below the level of our understanding, still has a meaning clear to them though they cannot put it into words, and in which, since all speech expresses some thought, there is a meaning plain to themselves — must not the Lord of this universal beauty be recognized as Himself most beautiful amid all the beauty that surrounds Him? For although the splendor of His eternal glory overwhelms our mind's best powers, the mind cannot fail to see that He is beautiful. We must truly confess that God is most beautiful, with a beauty that, though it surpasses our understanding, forces itself on our perception.