This was a supernatural "miracle" or life-shifting happening. Performed by a man and a God. The awesomeness of that kind of power, nearly impossible "to explain" to people not really capable of "understanding"; not truly able to just automatically strategize for "souls" all by ourselves; especially without admitting we don't know everything, we do err, we need forgiveness. Hard sometimes to have "faith", hard to believe. Difficult to glimpse and grasp a notion of a big, all powerful something.
Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
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