Morrison isn't simply celebrating beauty—she's suggesting a radical shift in consciousness where aesthetic appreciation becomes a form of sufficiency, even salvation. The phrase "at some point" implies this isn't a permanent condition but rather a threshold we cross, a maturation that doesn't require achievement, acquisition, or arrival at some distant goal. When a person stops scrolling through their phone to watch actual light move across a room, or finds themselves caught by the particular way rain sounds, they've stumbled into what Morrison means: that the world's inherent loveliness can finally meet the hunger inside us without anything else needing to change.