Saint Odd

I came across this bit of prose in a book by Dean Koontz.  Why it speaks to me, not sure.  Here it is.

When I was no longer of the world, I would miss its extravagant beauty.  

I would miss the complex and charming layers of subterfuge by which the truth

of the world's mysteries was withheld from us even as we were

tantalized and enchanted by them.

I would miss the kindness of good people who were compassionate when so may 

were pitiless, who made their way through so much corruption 

without being corrupted themselves,

who eschewed envy in a world of envy,

who eschewed greed in a world of greed,

who valued truth and could not be drowned in a sea of lies,

for they shone and, by the light they cast,

they had warmed me all my life.