Sep 13, 2021
2 min read
The Living Painting
What Everything Proves is Ultimate Truth
Early one afternoon late August (or early September) 1968, on my way to my room, I walked past the hospital café and when I looked to my left, I saw the world as a painting.
No, seriously: I saw that the world and everyone in it was just a painting, wherein: if you looked up you saw God and Good and Heaven and all those wholesome things…
