The surprise is always the same. I go about my business, I wave at things, and the sun, suddenly, spreads its presence over everyday objects. Then nothing looks like anything anymore.
Flannel soldiers, maple sugar zealots, white berets, caps against a wall, a meteorite, sometimes, would crush you that your callous waters would not form any lava, your bone tubing no coal, let alone a diamond.
I can understand believers who fight so that their faith is not trivialized, so that it is not regimented in a banal compartment of things, namely among many others.