“We have all breathed that modern air, even those who disbelieve it or even despise it. Our lungs are full of reductionism, which is dead air. Then, suddenly, a gust of wet, salty air blows in from the sea, and our spirits spring up like children, full of mysterious joy.  A smell from another country, a gleam of celestial beauty falling on our jungle of filth and imbecility”  Peter Kreeft