I put the teacup down, br looked up from my book; br br and whatever calls the eye br then called to me: br br a cobalt blue glass jar br in front of a Chinese yellow vase br br that seemed to hold between them br the secret of the universe.. br br the mind whispered, that’s just not true.. br it couldn’t be that simple.. br br I dared to look again: now br it did not matter whether it were br the secret of the universe or not… for br br it was enough. It is enough. br br and there, perhaps, br and that, perhaps...