1.0Sci Phi Journalhttps://www.sciphijournal.orgrich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="8Ar35ZbvFl"><a href="https://www.sciphijournal.org/index.php/2017/03/03/en-soleil-by-arlan-andrews-sr/">En Soleil by Arlan Andrews Sr.</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.sciphijournal.org/index.php/2017/03/03/en-soleil-by-arlan-andrews-sr/embed/#?secret=8Ar35ZbvFl" width="600" height="338" title="“En Soleil by Arlan Andrews Sr.” — Sci Phi Journal" data-secret="8Ar35ZbvFl" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.sciphijournal.org/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> EN SOLEIL Arlan Andrews, Sr. I wash the dusty feet of Jesus; I wipe His Mother’s furrowed brow. Under the bright lights of the museum’s mobile maintenance cart, my careful inspection of the statue reveals that Michaelango’s Pieta is none the worse for wear. I think, Miraculously, they’ve even repaired the hammer damage, almost out loud. But not too loudly. Who knows what they can hear? Only an hour ago, when I asked aloud for this masterpiece to be brought to me, it had appeared within seconds, literally out of thin air. They must be listening. “Teleportation,” I whisper. “With