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The Eyes of God by Richard Cheney [historic fiction]

Once one has known the perfection and beauty, the light and eternity of immortality, he would like to have gone mad for the memory of it. By comparison, though there are beauties of near perfection in the earth that seem to have existed from before time, there is naught to compare with celestial perfection. One such as Emile Cezanne, a simple college professor of lingusitics and amateur archeologist, should expect to be counted fortunate to have had a glimpse at perfection, but the glimpse is at once a blessing and a curse. To have the brief encounter is to be returned to the ordinary and profane. If the tools used to see such vistas are not meant for ordninary men, then men like Emile ought not to find them. Better to have known only that such tools are possible, and, in the meantime, depend upon the tools of the heart to understand eternity.