What do I do with all this texture? What does it mean about the kind of world in which I have been set down?  

The texture of the world, its filigree and scrollwork, means that there is a possibility of beauty here, a beauty inexhaustible in its complexity, which opens to my knock, which answers in me a call I do not remember calling, and which trains me to the wild and extravagant nature of the spirit I seek?

Annie Dilliard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek