 He walks down the street. It's a street in a strange world. Maybe it's the third world. Maybe it's his first time around. Doesn't speak language. He holds no currency. He is a foreign man. He is surrounded by the sound of the sound. Cattle in the marketplace. Scatterlings of oranges. He looks around and around. He sees angels in the architecture spinning in infinity. He says, amen. Hallelujah.