Chapter 1 

I knew now why men would kill Christ. Why men and women were unmoved by the magic of life but usually sat on it. I knew now why they resented the talk of this man and the talk of that one. I knew why devils and angels existed and what they really were. But it really didn’t matter any longer. That was Earth, the past. That was a future they never were going to know and it wasn’t going to hurt them any; a few would struggle to know but the vast majority didn’t care too much.

Out past that, yes, when the pressure seemingly grew then forgiven in a passage I had forgotten but past and gone, going through a quick moment here/gone so I was that, there and nowhere and good about it, sumptuous in my taste of what and good about dangling there twirling as an ice skater on a fall afternoon in the open air with no one around but her presence.

David Eide
January 24, 2014