Book Description

The wonderful thing about epiphany is that it belongs to us all-- the junkman singing "Ave Maria" at three in the morning, the teenage boy reading something in the smile of the girl in the second row, the child looking through a cardboard tube with mirrors and bits of colored plastic. It is one of life's happy paradoxes that we can catch a glimpse of true perfection--God, harmony, the music of the spheres, call it what you will-- in the simplest of ways, through the simplest of vessels. We do not have to throw ourselves into volumes of philosophy or medieval abbeys to find our epiphanies; sometimes, we just need to dig into the bottom of an old toy chest, and, becoming innocent and curious children once more, put the end of the kaleidoscope up to our eye...