Martina Nerhling, "Disbelief", 2004 (via ?? [sorry, lost src])A moment to ponder, as AS writes:
These moments may come upon us when we least expect them. We may see flashes of eternity in the simple grin of a child in a game of hide and seek, in the approach of the tide on an autumn afternoon, in the eyes of a lover in sex, or in a grandmother's ritual - but we know them when we see them. The key is to be open to them, because they happen all the time, all around us. But we are too "busy" to notice.
Why do we not see eternity in pain and disorder?
Is it okay to dismiss those as "unreal" or is that slight of hand?
