I think it can see rainbows in a monochrome facade, an angel from a fallen devil, a poet in a psychotic patient, the positive in a double negative, a person deserving of love, although it hated its own blood.
It's a complete wonder; a mystery.
But as the Italians say, "fare tredici": hit the jackpot with the numero trece,
More than what she can see— that is what she is to me.