(Wrinkle in Time, Madeline L’Engle)

And you. And me.

“Leonardo da Vinci?” Calvin suggested tentatively. “And Michelangelo? …And Shakespeare,” Charles Wallace called out, “and Bach! And Pasteur and Madame Curie and Einstein!” Now Calvin’s voice rang with confidence. “And Schweitzer and Gandhi and Buddha and Beethoven and Rembrandt and St. Francis!”

“Jesus!” Charles Wallace said. “Why, of course, Jesus!”

“Of course!” Mrs Whatsit said. “Go on, Charles, love. There were others. All your great artists. They’ve been lights for us to see by.”

"Oh, you must know them, dear," Mrs. Whatsit said. Mrs. Who’s spectacles shone out at them triumphantly.

"And the light shineth in the darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.”

"What is going to happen?"

"Wee wwill cconnttinnue tto ffightt.”
"And we’re not alone, you know, children," came Mrs.Whatsit, the comforter. “Some of the best fighters have come from your own planet."

"Who have our fighters been?" Calvin asked.

We are so glad you are here!