I mean no matter what you believe about
Alien abductions
And or religious experiences
And or psychedelic channelings
And or immersive gaming
And or magic and witchcraft
Revival tent hucksterism,
Myers-Briggs psychobabble,
Or Hank Williams singing with the conviction of a man who had seen the light.
No matter what you think about it all, it's your rigorous intuition that tells your
Tell-tale heart at the end of the day, at the twilight between dusk and dawn, you
Have got to ask yourself a question about it.
What light? A blinding light. One of those rare and purposeful beams of light that
We are told strikes certain individuals at key moments in their lives.
Tesla as a child in the Balkans,
Phillip K. Dick in Fullerton,
Bob Dylan in his bedroom in Malibu,
Merle Haggard in a small plane over Point Conception,
Joan of Arc's blinding visions,
Saint Catherine receiving the stigmata from a dense beam of otherworldly yellow
Color