With the thought of Spirit, I revel in the hyperactive intensity of my mental processes. In addition to simultaneous myriad thoughts, there's still that ominous buzz inside my head and ears that, surprisingly, is calming instead of distracting. My mental acuity has been accelerated into high gear. I am an observer watching my thoughts race on with enough speed to power a row of turbine engines. The ambulance sways and rocks in its flight. The medics jostle around and hover over me. I am only a smiling observer sinking with awe into an ethereal abyss while watching them in that other realm.
Thoughts are questions. Why had I not been truly able to disconnect from the world? Like when I realized that, in Spirit, I was at peace for the first and only time and that earthly happiness fades to n
