I want to ask you a question about delight and joy. Both your books, inciting joy in the book of delights. Those are words that feel like an octave above my emotional range. But I don't think that's how you're intending them. What does it do if we give ourselves the task of witnessing articulating and then possibly sharing what it is that delights us? Turns out for me, there's an abundance of that. Sometimes it's grand and like you said, sort of like a register above or something periodically. It's also maybe even more to the point is that joy is that practice and being entangled with one another which we can fight when we should not.