I find that a reflection of this introspection first thing will bring a spring of grace into the day. It may be in the form of a cookie crumb, the use of my thumb, or some other ordinary sight. I might see it as God, or upon later reflection He'll prod at my thought until I realize the story I'd bought from the world earlier that day.
If I pray for this insight, I fight against what already is. Like a wizard spinning magic from thin air, it is clear that God is here, right now. Whether in the cow or in a cloud, I can see beyond the veil.
So, all hail the King of the Cosmos, the dealer of rainbows in the multifaceted hands of life. The sharpest edge of a knife cannot slice away His being.
I am seeing that even the tiniest sliver which can be cut is but a drop in the ocean of God.