What of those moments when we are touched
by a feeling, sense or knowledge
that connects us to the inexpressible?
I had one as a child.
My father very seriously explained
that it had been a taste of God’s love.
Although I did not understand,
this satisfied me for some years.
As a struggling physics student,
the eternal moment that occurred
just before my finals
was clearly the result
of some form of resonance
between the quantum vacuum
that contains the universe’s potential
and my overworked mind. After failing,
I put the later moments down
to what I was taking, to reabsorption
of the self into its Vedantic source,
of the Buddhist Void, depending on
which I was into that week. Now I just wish
the moments would return. I promise
not to hurt them, but just to adore them.
(from “Seneca the Spin Doctor, Acumen Publications, 2001)
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