I don't know why, but all of a sudden, I think I'm becoming a reader.

Check this out. I read it in Ransom Fellowship's Critique, Issue 3 of 2006, that I picked up at General Assembly.

"Most often Light comes not as people would like - such as pure light spread sky-wide in bright neon dazzle - but refracted through an altogether different prism, one simultaneously more ambiguous and more personal, by means of touch or embrace, image or sign, glimpse or gaze, sound or music, beauty or horror, words or song, meeting or coincidence, forgiveness or blessing. The means are endless and always as new and unique as people themselves. In other words, when the divine does appear, it proves endlessly inventive and astonishing in the instruments of its showing. It is certain only that by stealth and surprise, the entity people label 'divine' or 'Light' or 'God' tips its hand, manifesting in untold ways a holy presence among people. The stubbornly opaque 'dark glass' through which people strain to spy God goes translucent, and the Other becomes more clear, like a crash or a whisper, or a crash within a whisper, the 'still small voice' in the self, or even, in rare instances, something startling and undeniable, like that burning bush in the wilderness."

I'm loving the way that was written. Gives you something rather cosmic to think about. .grin.