How comes it that I have never seen what is so visible, how comes it that I never perceived that obvious thing--that a man and another man are the same thing, everywhere and always?
I rejoice that I have seen it as if my destiny were to shed a little light on us and on our road.
* * * * * * The bells are summoning our eyes to the church.

It is surrounded by scaffolding, and a long swarm of people are gliding towards it, grouping round it, going in.
The earth and the sky--but I do not see God.

I see everywhere, everywhere, God's absence.

My gaze goes through space and returns, forsaken.

And I have never seen Him, and He is nowhere, nowhere, nowhere.
No one ever saw Him.