There is nothing more beautiful than the halo of light cast on a dewey window in the middle of the night by a lone street lamp. The world is a kind of endless ecstatic vision, amazing and touching, if you open your eyes. Little things hold incredible beauty that can’t be captured in words or on film. They are the things that are the greatest loss when you die—you are no longer able to embrace the tiny miracles of physics and happenstance that speak to the gossamer, subterranean order of the universe.
Oh yes, order is beauty. It is the only beautiful thing. Happily, there is so much of it that if you learn to pay attention, you’ll never exhaust the little visions of beauty that multiply everywhere around you.