Which is important to recognize, I think, for how it reveals the beauty with which the divine is willing to condescend to us, and to meet us sometimes on our own terms, with love and without irritation, though with, perhaps, a sort of motherly resignation, as if it knows what is good for us and what merely will indulge us, and always with an astonishing ability to invigorate, by way of its replies to our mulish insistence on ‘proof,’ a duality of function, wherein the practical answers to our pedestrian questions also contribute to the miraculousness of the event.