I have that feeling again, like I’m surrounded by fluttering veils, like God and magic and history are seeping out from underneath those veils and seeping into me, and just by being here, I’m being made holy and anointed. I remember the feeling of cupping a blessing in my palm, but now it’s as if I’m cupping a blessing inside my entire body, and it’s time for me to spill it out, and if I don’t spill it out, I’ll burst with it, I’ll simply burst.
