I was in New Orleans over the weekend, and on Sunday I walked into a coffee shop on Magazine Street and saw a water pitcher lit up by late afternoon sun. I wish I could paint, but what I have are words: luminous, incandescent, glowing, afire. I kept turning around to look at that column of light. I knew that it was working hard to tell me something. Maybe it was this: beauty everywhere; divinity everywhere. Numinous. I think that is the word I want. Numinous.

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