I have never claimed to be a photographer. But the other morning I was combing my hair after the shower when suddenly I observed the sun shining through my right ear in such a way that I seemed to have a burning ember attached to my skull! The rest of me was the same dull opaque bag of flesh and bones as always, but my ear! My ear was like a fragment of stained glass! My ear was on fire! In my ear, blood blazed and flamed!
What mysteries we are, especially to ourselves! What other strange treasures had I been carrying around all these years, and never stopped to notice?...
|SENSORY CELLS FROM THE INNER EAR|
(PHYSORG.COM, B.HARTMAN, T. REH, O. BERMINGHAM-McDONOGH)
I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made
marvelous are thy works;
and that my soul knoweth right well.
My substance was not hid from thee
when I was made in secret,
and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect;
and in thy book all my members were written,
which in continuance were fashioned,
when as yet there was none of them.
How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God!
How great is the sum of them!
--Psalm 139: 14-17