Holy Day of Obligation: The Epiphany
There is a wisdom that emerges in those about to die.
Like a tongue of flame, it descends upon my head. Is it religious illusion or synaptic? Is it magic or quantum? I don't know. But I can look back on this elaborate hoax and I will walk out on it, quit, cease and desist. I will no longer be a player in it, and my presence will no longer be a gear that moves it. I will not matter much longer to those who see not, and I embrace what some fear is oblivion. But I know not to fear what I don't understand, even as this great misunderstanding comes to an end.
It does not matter that I have been misjudged. We are all misjudged by ourselves.
The priest enters and sits. His expression is compassionate, hiding his scorn for what is about to happen, as if anyone has that right! He speaks of Heaven and Hell and I can only laugh. The universe is in my skull and there are no places. But I am and I was and no one can separate that from I-will-be. It's all the same. Or will be. Continuity is seductive and it must be correct. I will be blessed to know simultaneity now, because there is a wisdom that emerges in those about to die.