counterintuition
she looked at him and now understood something for the first time: that everyone in her life who had ever caused her pain had been offering her this simple gift: an opening into her deepest Self; the Self that laid waiting on the top shelf of her most private dreams; the Self that masqueraded as horror and moonlighted as grace; the Self which she now glimpsed in its full magnitude for the first time.
the moment passed, she looked again at his angry twisted face and saw behind it the face of god, waiting quietly.
