Things we don't want to disappear: what do we turn them into? The girl's father wanted to keep her safe, and watched as she turned into a tree. The one forbidden to show his true nature begged to shield his face from any kind of light. But the heart has a habit of pressing forward despite whatever obstacle—We've all been caught there, furtively dropping the oil of our desire on the beloved's shoulder. All for a glimpse of the self without adornment, without calculation or pretense.