You don't see it? And you expect me to show it to you? I'm not gonna do it. I tried, lord knows. You didn't want to see it. And now you do. Bully for you. I'll tell you a little bit about it. You can't put it in a box. It won't make your teeth whiter. It probably has nothing to do with international business, bankers, or the illuminati. But it might. It might be the soft glow of light that comes around the peaking corner of a morning window - on the right day. It might be something like that, but I'm not talking about it. It might have a smell. You can definitely hear it. It is a lost wandering trembling of love. It is bell chime and faith and charity.
It's none of those things.
That's why I can't show it to you. I'd need to give you more than just words. I have plenty of them. They swirl my mind into a dust devil. But the words won't do it. You need new eyes. And I don't deal in eyes. And that's a real shame, but that's the way it shakes out.
But, God, I wish you could see it. It's so beautiful, it's repulsive. It's so ugly you'd want to hold it forever, know it with your hands. You'd want to keep it inside you. And that's another reason.
See, here's the thing. Frankly, I'm not sure I want to share.