O Soulish, Violets in Springtime, Five Fallible Senses

O Soulish, Violets in Springtime, Five Fallible Senses An evil and adulterous generation seeketh after a sign; and there shall no sign be given it...   Even if Love squirmed and groped under my laboratory microscope, or so much as blinked in my rearview mirror; even if Grace crawled down my chimney with a toboggan and gifts and reindeer, or came stapled and wrapped ...