2This produces what seems to be a wall of flesh around the mind, keeping it prisoner in a tiny spot of space and time, beholden unto death, and given but an instant in which to sigh and grieve and die in honor of its master. 3And this unholy instant seems to be life. 4An instant of despair, a tiny island of dry sand, bereft of water, and set uncertainly upon oblivion. 5Here does the Son of God stop briefly by, to offer his devotion to death’s idols and then pass
