Without access to the source of the real glory, we go nuts over any little thing that reminds us of it. The personal glories each person has been gifted with—their beauties, their personalities, their creations, their physical talents, their money, their ability to love others—we watch and compare and adore and attack these glories wherever we find them. But even this borrowed glory is somewhat ephemeral. People want different kinds of it, and people see it in different ways.
