In Death Comes for the Archbishop, Willa Cather wrote that:
"Miracles ..... seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing powers coming suddenly near to us from afar off, but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there about us always."
It is what I was trying to say about the cat door. Perhaps, they are all around, or perhaps I can put them in space around me, and step on through, where I never thought to do, until now.
