Raphael The Holy Family

Raphael The Holy FamilyWilliam Bouguereau The Virgin of the LiliesWilliam Bouguereau The Madonna of the Roses
Don't put your faith in gods. But you can believe in turtles.
A feeling of rushing wind in Brutha's mind, and a voice . . .
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Even Vorbis got a grip of himself. There had been just a moment, when he'd seen the eagle-but, no . . .
He extended his arms and smiled beatifically at the sky.
"I'm sorry," as the belief of thousands of people flowed into him. There were shapes there, of eagle-headed men, and bulls, and golden horns, but they tangled and flamed and fused into one another.
Four bolts of fire whirred out of the cloud and burst the chains holding Brutha.
II. He Is Cenobiarch And Prophet of Prophets.said Brutha.One or two people, who had been watching Vorbis closely, said later that there was just time for his expression to change before two pounds of tortoise, traveling at three meters a second, hit him between the eyes.It was a revelation.And that does something to people watching. For a start, they believe with all their heart. Brutha was aware of feet running up the steps, and hands pulling at the chains.And then a voice:I. He is Mine.The Great God rose over the Temple, billowing and changing