A gaze held long enough turns into allegiance, and that is how a man acquires a master he never chose.
Attention works as a supply line: whatever it feeds grows in size and in feeling, and feeling repeatedly given becomes devotion, and devotion hardens into service. Where the eyes rest, the energy goes, and the energy goes whether or not a decision was ever made.
The lights were handed to every people under heaven, and nothing in them competes with the God who allotted them. The promotion happens inside the one looking. Let a good thing own the eyes long enough and a man organizes his days around it, calls that love, and hands the direction of his life to something that was only ever a light in the sky.