God makes the covenant, and observes it as He pleases.
Mild brown eyes beckon me to the past, but memory provides no clue.
No chaos, no creation. Evidence: the kitchen at mealtime.
The irrational may be attractive in the abstract, but not in cab drives, dinner guests, or elderly relatives.
Documents create a paper reality we call proof.
Masks are what they seem to be; not so the faces beneath them.