After the expert in the Law was sufficiently schooled and the tight-sphinctered Pharisees had had all they could stomach for a day, a young woman came to Jesus in the late afternoon. At first he was taken by her bold approach. Then he divined that was actually a face she had long learned to wear to survive. He smiled. And his heart melted for her for he could see that, unlike his earlier audience, her eyes were not matted with guile. Teacher, what is the smallest commandment? In the time it took for the meaty God to catch his breath, somewhere a quilt of lilies refused to spin. Jesus answered her, softly and tenderly off-script: To be beautiful briefly to yourself.