Neville reads several letters he received that week, among them one from a woman who had first heard him lecture ten years earlier and had since kept, unpublished, a written record of a striking vision: standing atop what felt like the highest point in the universe, she watched sparks of light gather in the clouds until a burst of white light filled everything, which she somehow knew to identify as "Paul," followed by a second burst of living, multicolored light she identified as "Neville," then a shower of golden needles piercing her brain. She had puzzled over its meaning for years with friends until, she wrote, hearing Neville speak the previous Monday night finally made sense of it.