Yes. It makes my veins and pulse tremble. They say a golden body will perish, but a work of art dies not. It's like sidewalks, the texture, even the chewing gum globes, the chuddy, people passing in awe.
Ever notice the bricks and asphalt, the vast architecture and sad alleys of a city you hate, the billions of diamonds trapped inside, the expanding galaxies among an inferior world. People contaminate purity, they embrace the popularity of Hell and largely have no idea what it's like to have Holy Eyes like the light of souls, to be baptized and able to see what lies there is all splendor, divine splendor.