I called God "stinky."
On that night in the parking lot, the first note of that overture was enough to rocket me into previously unexperienced dimensions of Texasness. This experience may be as close as I ever come to understanding the experience that Peter, James, and John had at the Transfiguration, seeing Jesus in a fullness and wholeness that they had only guessed at before.
All dichotomies are false, or at least artificial, and we have René Descartes — if not Plato himself — to thank for our obsession with dualism. Still and all, I contain multitudes and desire to create a dichotomy of my own.
If you can’t shake your ass to Clifton Chenier, your system sucks.
If we rely on our experience of time to always be sequential, this experience will only seem sentimental. But if we allow ourselves to understand that eternity always touches the present moment, we can begin to experience the presence of people we remember.