“Until the crows arrived, my mind was like a graveyard. Dusty records and silent files. But they came. The moment they landed, and my seeing and hearing connected me to them, I was immediately taken up into wonder and insight; my mind awoke to living intimacy and expression. It was as if the darkness of the bird, as meaning, had overcome the very brightness of the day, as reference. I was blinded by the living darkness, and there, at last, I could see once more!”

— an anonymous informant