At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.

William Golding, in The Spire

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Think about it, if you were God and wished that man might have perfect vision would you not make Jesus at once both God and man?  And make Mary both virgin and mother?


[Today is a lazy summer day.  Yesterday was a day of vigorous work.  Today is a day of leisure and quiet, a time for personal silence and the hum of summer with its chorus of bugs and birds singing in the sun and heat.]