(in the Joycean sense)
from In the Spirit of Happiness
The Monks of New SketeLife never seems to prepare us sufficiently for epiphanies. By definition they come upon us suddenly, dazzling us by their raw power. They are not magical intrusions from another world, but reality, naked and without shame. Their very ordinariness shimmers with unexpected depth, which is why they take us by such surprise. It does not matter whether they occur in the majesty of Hagia Sophia or in the elegant simplicity of a wooden chapel, the effect is the same.
Indeed, when God breaks in, it little matter what the location, His presence is profoundly felt.