Under the Glacier by Halldór Laxness

We seem to have strayed into philosophy unintentionally, so I propose we take trivialities off the agenda. I noticed when we were drinking our coffee that you said you were an adherent of the lilies of the field, and the glacier. Are these miracles too? Or a key to a German theory of cognition? Perhaps a revelation as well? Pastor Jón: It's a pity we don't whistle at one another, like birds. Words are misleading. I am always trying to forget words. That is why I contemplate the lilies of the field, but in particular the glacier. If one looks at the glacier for long enough, words cease to have any meaning on God's earth.

Embi: Doesn't the dazzle cause paralysis of the parasympathetic nervous system? Pastor Jón: I once had a dog that was a stray for so long that he had forgotten his name. He didn't respond when I called him. When I barked he came to me, right enough, but he didn't know me. I am a little like that dog.