Sometimes the visionary aspect of any particular day comes to you in the memory of it, or it opens to you over time. For example, whenver I take a child into my arms to be baptized, I am, so to speak, comprehended in the experience more fully, having seen more of life, knowing better what it means to affirm the sacredness of the human creature. I believe there are visions that comes to us only in the memory, in retrospect.

The Rev. John Ames in Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead, a novel I am not so much re-reading as re-absorbing.

Your Correspondent, Whooping and stomping as sane people ought to do when they encounter a thing as miraculous as water.