I closed my eyes and fell into a dream. Someone was complaining about the bother of a person who saw the world as it is and insisted on changing it. "She'll never fit in," he said, "She'll always be a few steps off the path." Then another voice, this one attached to a body slanting up the hill toward me. I sensed a strength, but I could not see a face. "Everybody has a piece of God in them" said the voice. "Even her?" scoffed the other. "Especially her!" said the voice. From the hill we could see far down across the roofs of the town to the ocean, a shining sliver of silver just under the sky. Something so vast poured into the thinnest horizon line . . . but that was all we needed to know it was there.