Yesterday evening I saw a dead man for the first time.
It was my father.
I. O, Fortuna
I am both fortunate and unfortunate in being able to say that. Fortunate in that, for much of the rest of the world, the sight of death is likely to come both too early and too often, and certainly not [...]
Introit
Miracles...seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing powers coming suddenly near to us from afar off, but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there about us always.-
