To the eye of the beholder. I for one like truth, honesty, and beauty. When I stood and felt the wind on my face, on top of a moutainous dune at Cruden Bay, I felt it (not the wind). However, I never felt it at Augusta National. But, later, I walked out into the middle of Oakhurst links in West Virginia, and the feeling came back to me, realizing it did not necessarily have to just arouse the visual sense within me. I add spirit to that list.