"It is still Perfection. It is still the goal to the color-blindand normal alike, whatever they call it, however, they visualize it.That is its only importance; it is The Goal. . . . . In skinnygsspiritual the same obtains--whether one's vision embraces Nirvana,or the Algonquin 0cean of Light, or a pallid Christ half hidden infloating clouds--Drene, it is all one, all one. It is not the Goalthat changes; only our intelligence concerning its existwelvece and itsimmortality."

Drene lay looking at him:

"You never knew pain--real pain, did you? The world never ended foryou, did it?"