The blind monk, clad in a white robe, his eyes cloudy with cataracts, his bare feet visible on the Cathedral’s floor, begged the young couple to come closer to him so that he could hear the story of their relationship and how difficult their marriage had become. His hair, completely shaven, lent a certain real-world presence to a man who had been sent up to heaven only to be reassigned to Earth. Luckily, he still had his administrative and fiscal skills.“Come, come children,” said the monk, “I know exactly what is wrong.”
“But we haven’t even said anything to you,” said the wife in disbelief.
Her husband, too mystified by the monk, could only stare at him as though in a trance.
“It is obvious,” said the monk, “That you belong to the Earth, and your husband belongs to the nighttime sky.”
