“She poked at it, coveted it into her palm and flipped through the pages, randomly stopped and read, “It is like the moment depicted on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel where the hands of God and man are just about to touch, it’s just at that moment that the despair is the greatest, when you reach up, that the grace descends and you experience the knowledge or the insight or the remembrance that it all isn’t in fact the way you thought it was. If it happens too violently you decide you’ve gone insane.”