JP Morgan Chase gilded ceiling w/ light fixture, downtown Brooklyn, ostentatious architecture arousing the eyes. My apotheosis of thought waiting in line to make a deposit: in spite of money, corruption, moral disease, greed, violence, vengeance, and all selfish inclinations (modifiers for a corporate bank or the human condition), there is profound beauty and elegance lingering over us, covering our heads, symbols of power and truth. Beauty prevails over everything, even money. What is this thing called beauty and what is its secret power? I don’t know, but it invades me like a drug.