in both subject and execution it was not much different from pictures moldering away in pawnshops , curio shops , and roadside bargain barns all over the country ( all over the world , for that matter ) , but it filled her eyes and her mind with the sort of clean , revelatory excitement that belongs only to the works of art that deeply move us-the song that made us cry , the story that made us see the world clearly from another 's perspective , at least for awhile , the poem that made us glad to be alive , the dance that made us forget for a few minutes that someday we will not be .