Every day br I see or hear br something br that more or less br kills me br with delight, br that leaves me br like a needle br in the haystack br of light. br It was what I was born for - br to look, to listen, br to lose myself br inside this soft world - br to instruct myself br over and over br in joy, br and acclamation. br Nor am I talking br about the exceptional, br the fearful, the dreadful, br the very extravagant - br but of the ordinary, br the common, the very drab, br the daily presentations.