God is at my heels
Have you ever had the sensation that life is very very dense? So dense that it is utterly overwhelming. But we only ever remember these razor thin pieces. We string together a handful of these pieces, what could hardly be called a shard, and adorn ourselves in them. Calling them *ME*. These 5, 7, 22, maybe 400 razor thin moments. They seem to rise about the density of our lives and look down in the rest of our life. They judge them, embrace some, discard others, and bury anything that contradicts them. All of these moments are equal though. No moment can stand above the rest. To experience _that_ is to experience nirvana and to become a Saint is to live undistracted from inside that knowledge. Living that density reveals the game at play here in this world. The charade. The joke. You become a Holy Fool. Until then, this handful of shards with a fishing line through them called ME; This necklace, more accurately - this noose, decides what each memory means, what can be discarded, ...