The truth of the flower is, not the facts about it, be they correct as ideal science itself, but the shinning, glowing, gladdening, patient thing throned on its stalk–the compeller of smile and tear . . . The idea of God is the flower: His idea is not the botany of the flower. Its botany is but a thing of ways and means–of canvas and colour and brush in relation to the picture in the painter’s brain.