Though, of course, the life of any saint tends to bring on itself attention, for there is, in the abandonment of the self to the will of God, as it makes itself known in the sphere of reality that the particular saint inhabits, a summoning of virtue that will allow the saint to do things that are surprising, and that, try as that saint might to unbind those things from the arena of their personhood, for the sake of modesty and discretion (which is not a false modesty but true, insofar as a person can be a channel for good, not an originator of it), will cause those around them to notice. Which is to say, I suppose, that no saint means to ‘hide their light under a bushel,’ and that to distinguish between modes of sanctity, as I have done in the previous entry, is not to compare or adjudicate holiness, for that would be absurd, but to recognize that providence can make a saint out of anyone, wherever and however it finds them, and that the historical record is only a glimpse of the fullness of history.