"The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there....
....I walk out; I see something, some event that would otherwise have been utterly missed and lost; or something sees me, some enormous power brushes me with its clean wing, and I resound like a beaten bell....
....Something pummels us, something barely sheathed. Power broods and lights. We're played on like a pipe; our breath is not our own."
- Annie Dillard from Pilgrim at Tinker Creek (1974; pages 10,14,15)
