This work is based on a conceit. The rose window of Europe’s great cathedrals conflated with the lite-brite of childhood dreams. The attempt is to play with the notion of “sacred space.” Most simply represented as a single point centering a circle, sacred space is often a place set aside. The profane, represented by several eccentric points, is excluded from such a place. A dialectical tension is thereby created between those who build temples and those who proclaim, like Black Elk, “the center is everywhere.” Time is a further dimension of space. If it is true that every place is equally sacred, then, all time is equally infused with the eternal. As such, the working week becomes the proper place and time for the incarnation of the sacred, and the cheap materials of the child’s toy holds the light of heave