A friend of mine wrote me this week…it’s a sweet vision. I don’t think she thinks much of it, but I’ll tell her it’s a truly great vision. One page, and for this lady one page is really a tremendous accomplishment, because this lady will go into eight, ten and twelve pages…and, of course, I love them because she does tell me much. But this is one page. “I saw a man in white, white robes, up on a hill and a temple. He was building a canopy over the entrance of that temple and he was using twelve inch stripes to build it. So I went into the canopy and looked up, and it was translucent green, beautiful. I remarked how radiantly beautiful it was. As I looked at it, it was you, Neville, and yet it was Michelangelo. I said to myself, it can’t be, you can’t be two. You can’t be Neville and be Michelangelo, and yet you are both. Well, I let it rest there. He said, ‘I have been working on this throughout eternity, and it still remains invisible for others to see.’ I felt he desired to have recognition, so I took these stripes and I wove them across him and formed a kind of basket. And then it was you again and you thanked me and said, ‘Great work!’ I knew either you or he or both wanted recognition for a work that had been taking eternity. Then I woke.” She added, “Isn’t that an odd thing.”471 ¶24