As I stand and praise God, receiving majestic revelation I am lost in the beauty of eternity.
Then a shadow catches my attention. Someone has come, begging to be heard.
I turn to look. It is my flesh!
With his mouth held open in awe, he speaks to me.
“Don’t you realize that what you are doing and saying is insane?”
I look down at him, and who can explain the look on my face? What reply can he possibly expect? What reply lends credence to my incredulity? I speak the only words appropriate to the moment.
“Don’t you realize that you don’t understand what sanity is?”