he shouted down , and the logjam was broken and the mass of humanity could not jostle one another fast enough to immerse themselves in the sights and sounds and tastes and smells , to enjoy the overbold and the sublime beauty , to jog and rearrange their thoughts , to make their memories , to feel the fineness of possibility that enters through the eyes and breaks down a wall and unleashes a light that is always behind it , to find the perfect pitch could crumble a mountain of uncertainty and let through a secret of how happy life can be .