The new atmosphere ensouls the pilgrim and settles upon him when he, as portrayed in this picture, pokes his head and staff through the sphere of dialectical delusion and begins to see a totally different reality.
SHADOW OF NIGHT real-time reading, 22 January 1590/1 (chapter 23): ""My thoughts drifted while Mary worked. The day was sunny, and a beam of light sliced through the smoky air and fell on the mural depicting the alchemical dragon. I sat forward in my chair. 'No,' I said. 'It can't be.'