Words are reductive. They can elucidate one part of what we mean, but choosing words can feel like trying to share a bucket using a teaspoon. Here is one piece. It is a part of the whole, but it is not the whole. This is true of our experiences of the sacred. When we encounter God, we reach into our bag for words, and find inadequate tools. In everyday life we tiptoe and stomp through the holy, thinking that it is merely matter. We speed along, lulled by the assumption that we are passing through things that are set apart from God that have no relation to divine life. All the while, those things wink at us. Above, beneath, around, and through it all, there is a connection that ties it all together, world without end.