When Wolf feeds with his eyes, what is the nature of his eating? The answer is this: he consumes passing shadows, which we call the filth of form, and a host of empty representations that condemn the whole body to eternal burning.
Let this be a warning to anyone who would gaze on external things, saying in their heart, “I will only look, but will not touch.”
And so this should be our prayer, “Have mercy, Master. Tear out the eyes so that the body might be preserved.”