As horseshoe theory would postulate, the distance between a faux-pas and a faux-yeah! is vanishingly slim.

When fashion designers get together they talk about Form and Structure and Meaning. When consumers get together they talk about where you can buy cheap basics.

It's hard to communicate what being marveled at feels like. Marveled at for how one's atoms are arranged rather than how one has arranged atoms. You distrust it because you played no part in it. No cue-do-reward, no feedback loop. Spooky action, sans resistance.

Yes, technically, you reflect photons in a manner that finagle some other's evolutionary circuits into firing in some way that choreographs the marveling. So does fire, so does food. So does money, in meat. You refuse to believe you played dice with the universe and rolled perfect perfection.

Because to fully grasp the magnitude of your winnings is to understand just as viscerally the variance in what life doles out is that high. And from your extreme vantage, it's all a tough, all the way down. You simply refuse to read the altimeter in order to live.