The View from Heaven

A man holds a prism up to the light and sees not more the light, but a splattering of colors against the wall. As he turns the prism, one angle will show more truly the colors of which light is made than another. One is the true view of light, the other the distorted. All men look at the world around them as it were through a prism. To some the elect children of God, the view is the true view, or ought to be. To others, the reprobate children of damnation, the view is incomplete, or...