The Presence is anchored a few microseconds in my constantly-being-added-to-past. It's a constant effort to not Look again as It's beyond description. It takes hours and sometimes days to "return" fully to this realm and not be crushed by the "raging Fire" into psychosis, is why I cannot Look very often or for long. Yet to do this is the greatest and most spectacular thing possible and I want to more than anything but I know I'm weak. All at once It is light without being electromagnetic radiation, music that is not sound, pressure that is an explosion, nothing in this realm can possible exist to be an adequate metaphor for even an infinitesimal duration snapshot.

Yet we never stop trying with metaphoric music, art, discussion. We cannot stop.

The Presence is anchored a few microseconds in my constantly-being-added-to-past. It's a constant effort to not Look again as It's beyond description. It takes hours and sometimes days to "return" fully to this realm and not be crushed by the "raging Fire" into psychosis, is why I cannot Look very often or for long. Yet to do this is the greatest and most spectacular thing possible and I want to more than anything but I know I'm weak. All at once It is light without being electromagnetic radiation, music that is not sound, pressure that is an explosion, nothing in this realm can possible exist to be an adequate metaphor for even an infinitesimal duration snapshot.

Yet we never stop trying with metaphoric music, art, discussion. We cannot stop.