Inside the Ear

When I was younger, and not so very, I used to imagine Jesus Christ was in the passenger seat riding in the car with me as I commuted back and forth from University.

It wasn't that I was supremely religious. He simply appeared one day, and without explanation buckled up. He was kindness and tact, a listener Absolute. We discussed all sorts of rights and wrongs in the silence of those hour more long drives. I re-lived moments of Life in minutest detail, scrutinizing every possible misstep that might offend, or might have offended, and with Jesus' help I rewrote the script, five or six times for best fit.

One day I said: I have to stop rescripting Life! And that was the day Jesus Christ didn't get into the car. I still prayed to God, oh yes I did. Prayed very hard, on my knees until I was mortified to perceive that I was asking... asking for Things to be Received. It was then too that the abstract Ear, to which I was praying, also disappeared.

Suddenly I saw the World as a Whole, and I, no longer a Stranger in it.

I was Inside the Ear.

02.24.2023

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