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...