When you see people who claim they’re “not into hip-hop” being exposed to an undeniably “sick” beat vibrating the atmosphere (e.g. in the mall), something happens. You see their nervous systems leak acknowledgement of how cool the rhythmic bass is that is vibrating their soul. It’s like their depths are rebelling against their mind’s command to not find the beat cool because they’re “not supposed to”. They give themselves a top-down executive order to suppress the inclination to “bob their head”.

A similar thing occurs when someone who claims “they’re not religious or spiritual” being exposed to an otherworldly type of love that’s not merely human.