sometimes natural splendor , at least as human animals perceive it to be ( a color , as with a smell , of course , not being of the object perceived , but of being emitted or discarded from the object , and thus what we perceive as often merely that which was and is not , so our existences often replete with certainties that are lies , which are nonetheless indispensable for our protection ) is the quintessence of love and adoration of life .