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emerald green, zinc white. He looks out the window through the bars, looks up up
up and out тАж casting himself toward God, and he feels a familiar dizziness. He
wrests his attention away from the painting, looks around the room, the little room
that is security and comfort, looks at his worn armchair covered with a tapestry,
looks at the greenish gray wallpaper and sea green curtains blotched with roses and
blood daubs of red, and he cries, for once again he can see the familiar auras.
"Please, God," he prays, remembering that the last time he fell ill and had an episode,
he squeezed all his tubes of paint into his mouth and swallowed.

"Please, GodтАФ"

And Vincent feels that God is with him. This is not an episode, not a religious
hallucination. This is God's method and he is the vessel and God has allowed him to
see. God directs Vincent's attention again to His painting, back to the canvas waiting
to become revelation. He-who-cannot-be-known draws Vincent's attention down to
a fine, desperate point, a tube of comity into which he suspends paint and pain, and
Vincent feels the heat radiating through the window from those damaged stars high in
the sky тАж stars that were once specks in the higher vault of suspension, now open,
bleeding. Had Vincent been the first to see the stars as ruptured animals, screaming
in their entrails, their decomposition?

Vincent applies paint to canvas in thick swirls and avenues of texture. He sees the
Moon, bloated and wavering тАж and it appears on the canvas. He sees a hamlet
outside his window, and he paints its blue buildings and towers in ragged, horizontal
strokes. He sees cypresses burning black and blue and gray, and he lifts his gaze to
the canvas sky, vortexes of stars exploding, spirals and eddies and swirls of
interstellar dust and there, always there, the planet Venus, an eye of God watching a
great sun exploding in the direction of the constellation Monoceros, the Unicorn.
The truth of the past and future, the truth of twenty thousand light years' distance is
spattered and sprayed onto the canvas.

Finished, Vincent falls backward and sleeps through most of the day until the good
Dr. Th├йophile Peyron, the director of the asylum, awakens him.

"Vincent, I am pleased to see that your cure is taking hold тАж but you should always
wait for the light to do your painting, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes," Vincent says. "Yes, let us wait for the light." The great exploding light.

He can already feel the fire.



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The Heavens: Exploding

And have torn apart the curtain of God, Father Vincent Thomas, SJ, thinks, staring
through the viewscreen. In the heavens above, the glory of His firmament. But the