There is such thing as light, descending from the sun upon and through clouds to the windows of the bedroom, a light that rests gently upon furniture, upon the ground, in the comfort of dust that flies and floats upon the surface.
There is such thing as beauty, upon the face of women, young and pure and beaming attraction to what is divine.
Everywhere we look, even nature, in the plants and trees, we may find the traces of order, beauty, and life in its most infinite and refreshing eternal glory.
Where is the source of such light and beauty, such glory?
It is God.
For without him, there is no silent watch, a gentle hand, a powerful arm that may bring reality from chaos into sights of precision and ecstasy and bliss from above.