But above, in the boundless dome, which before had seemed to me empty,—there was life; there invisibility clothed itself in form, and silence became sound.—Then I grasped the great redeeming realisation.
Gregory.
What realisation do you mean?
Julian.
That which is, is not; and that which is not, is.
Basil.
Oh, you are going to wreck and ruin in this maze of mists and gleams!
Julian.
I? Do not miracles happen? Do not both omens and certain strange appearances among the stars declare that the divine will destines me to issues yet unrevealed?
Gregory.