And I sensed that not only the grand movements of the cosmos, but everything that had happened in my life, was a part of that song. The aria they performed was a song to break the heart, full of tragic dissonance and deferred hope, and yet somewhere beneath it all was a peircing refrain of glory, glory, glory.
I heard the universe as an oratorio sung by a master choir of stars, accompanied by the orchestra of the planets and the percussion of satellites and moons. But I sensed that every part of it, from quark to quasar, was unique and - in some mysterious way - significant. Its design was too intricate for me to understand, and I knew I could never begin to grasp more than the smallest idea of its purpose. I saw the whole universe laid out before me, a vast shining machine of indescribable beauty and complexity. I was done.īut just as I felt myself dissolving on the tide of my own self-condemnation, the dark waves receded, and I floated into a celestial calm.
“I'd finally reached the end of myself, all my self-reliance and denial and pride unraveling into nothingness, leaving only a blank Alison-shaped space behind.
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