You think your ears are open. Maybe they are so perfect you have perfect pitch. I have known a few friends in my life with perfect pitch. Eleanor R. was one. A friend of mine, who goes by the name Dolores, she was another. I could be in the far, far end of the room and I’d go to the piano, strike any note or any chord, she could name it instantly. Eleanor R[...] could do it. I don’t care what you did on that piano, or on any other instrument for that matter, strike any note, instantly. As though I said to you “a” and you strike “a” or call back “a”, or I would say “I love you” and you would say “I love you”–it was just as easy as that, from any instrument in that orchestra, for Eleanor R. and for my friend Dolores. So here we think because we have this ability that our ears are open. O ur ears are sealed, sealed to the heavenly voices, completely sealed to an entirely different world.865 ¶5