Her churning imagination is almost like a fever within

You have to believe that there is more than you can understand before you can begin to understand at all.

p34 Everyday Apocalypse

p35 a quote fm Flannery Oconnor's Wise Blood

"The black sky was underpinned with long silver streaks that looked like scaffolding and depth on depth behind it were thousands of stars that all seemed to be moving very slowly as if they were about some vast construction work that involved the whole order of the universe and would take all time to complete. No one was paying attention to the sky."

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Whatever we call "art," and whatever we call "work" will both either put things right or contribute to the proliferation of mediocrity.