The upper hand of power would extinguish the victim. From the totalitarian night of occupied France, the poet René Char recorded: “Light has been banished from our eyes. It’s buried somewhere in our bones. It’s our turn now to hunt for it and put back its crown.” The powers and dominations torture our eyes into not seeing either suffering or hope, the luminosities of the Cross, amid our thoughtless routines and certainties. Rather, we pretend our neighbor is not bleeding... Read more