Our task as Christians is to prove Logos self-evident to man as the ethical fulfillment of meaning’s horizon. In this line of dutiful paradosis we are infinitely culpable. How strenuously he labors in beauty’s way, deforming the most abysmal face that ever peered out creation’s four-way mirror upon the fundamental likeness of they who paint in reverse perspective. How thick she layers the shrouds of light to smother the last bewilderments of the bodies of night and stop up the ears with sound against the silent cry of the mourner after its true love slain. Before such a default, beloved, may virtue after virtue be accounted sin, for it’s managed to hide away one who is in every place its where and why—and how!