Temperature places interesting limitations upon us. As soon is it goes above or below a certain level our senses become greatly reduced. On the other hand, when the temperature maintains that ideal comfort level our senses discover exquisite subtleties, hitherto invisible. We discern the gentlest breezes, far off sounds carrying, color and light in all their sweet shiftings, etc. So it is that we have evolved; when things are good we notice the wallpaper.
And it has come to pass that, when we begin to acknowledge the wallpaper, we are given a taste of beauty. At that same moment, however, the wallpaper disintegrates, the illusion of plenty falls away, and we know how barren reality is without qualia.
It is this juxtaposition, however, which reveals to us the sublime. This is why we are lured beyond our ordinary pleasures to face our true suffering, to give up all for an ideal. When the wallpaper falls away, life takes on ineffable new magnitudes of beauty, and strange new dimensions of meaning.