On the road to Damascus, God converted St Paul, not with a threat or an order, but with a question. Questions convert us, define us, impel us. Even the most silly ones. The thing is, like Coleridge, we all have a smack of Hamlet, don't we?
Do you fervently wish your daughter to be the most beautiful girl in the world - knowing it may considerably increase her self-confidence and her chances of happiness - or would you rather have her not so beautiful - and perhaps not so happy - so she isn’t pestered by all the rapacious males?