Thus we see the painter selecting and composing and rendering particulars in order to body forth a pleasing fullness in his scene. The storyteller, by contrast (…), must divine which episodes of his history hold promise of fullness, and tease from them their hidden meanings, braiding these together as one braids a rope.
I was taught:
Our father who art in heaven.
I thought it said arts.
I imagined my father with an easel
painting in Paradise.