It was beautiful, that moment of pristine clarity. Where everything falls where it should, and every moment leads to the next.

Letting it go is the hardest part. We want to ride that epiphany into the sunset. But we can’t: because that epiphany came of its own accord, by its own cosmic volition.

And the million moments of mundanity between this epiphany and the next will be equally divine, equally destined. But damn, it feels good while it lasts!

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