Rag and Bone

I read weird books.  Picked up Rag and Bone, a book about relics, by Peter Manseau the other day and in the introduction, he makes an interesting point:

"Later, when I thought back on this first image of my daughter through the dark glass [ultrasound], I was surprised as anyone would have been that it called to mind Saint Anthony and all the other pieces of saints I had seen.  Prhaps it was a renewed interest in all that is implied by the word miracle; or perhaps it was the experience of seeing the component parts of a human being in a state of existence that was somewhere in between, not fully in this world and not fully out of it.  People are drawn to relics, I realized, because they make explicit what we all know in our bones: that our bodies tell stories; that the transformation offered by faith is not just about, as the Gospels put it, the "word made flesh," but the flesh made word.  Behind the glass of every reliquary is a life story told in still frame.  That was what I saw on the ultrasound screen as well.  What we were, what we will become, all there behind the glass." (pgs. 15-16)

Interesting.  What do you think about his idea?  Are stories, in our bones?