Extract

'I feel I should thank you, ' said Oats, when they reached the spiral staircase.
'For helping you across the mountains, you mean?'
'The world is... different.' Oats' gaze went out across the haze, and the forests, and the purple mountains. 'Everywhere I look I see something holy.'
For the first time since he'd met her he saw Granny Weatherwax smile properly. Normally her mouth went up at the corners just before something unpleasant was going to happen to someone who deserved it, but this time she appeared to be pleased with what she'd heard.
'That's a start, then, ' she said.
Carpe Jugulum, Terry Pratchett

Resonance. Exchange 'beautiful' for 'holy', and you have my basic mindset in a nutshell.