In a world that is home to mountains and honey bees, set with a backdrop of near infinite stars and galaxies, we may find ourselves at home with some small, intermittent sense of awe. But what we look at may not be what we need to see. Perhaps the sublime is not only found in the mountains or even in paintings of the mountains. Perhaps the most beautiful thing we can see is much more closer to home. What if our hunt for true awe brings us to those living right next door?
