You're walking down a back street after a trip to the CVS for a travel-sized toothpaste,  marveling at the ugliness created by people and your eye catches a colourful glorification. Jesus. Or a version of him looking blameless and lighting up the darkening sidewalk. And for a moment you experience a version of secular worship for the aesthetics of the thing. It beautifies the moment and plants the tiniest seed of doubt within that you have been lobbying on behalf of the wrong team. Then the thought becomes invisible again and you are back on more familiar ground. Appreciating a man-made a gift delivered across the bridge of belief.