Why gild the lily?

Have you ever appreciated beer? Like really, really appreciated? Like, build a small shrine to it, and give it a fabulous decorative hat as might be imagined in a 1950s sci-fi wedding sequence hat?

Well, someone has.

Do note the way each tear-shaped glass droplet captures both the rays of the sun, the image of the viewer, and another can of beer within. Let your breath catch within you as you climb the pedestal, reach out, touch the beer, knowing that this fragile, perfect moment is echoed thrice over in crystal beads, that a lace of beads will shield you from the harsh glare of the sun so that the only radiance you see–indeed, the only light you will ever need–shines from the beer–not over it, though someone has mounted a small bulb there, it does not need it–for that light comes from within the beer itself.

Beer. It’s what’s for lighting the endtable.

Beer light–oh, I get it–from Savers on Burnet and North Loop, Austin