Sometimes, when I look into a mirror, my body becomes fleetingly, fully aware of how temporal it is. And in that instant, it ceases to exist. My spirit sloughs it off and regards itself with calm, matter-of-fact detachment.The whole thing takes about .05 seconds.
But this is why I’m certain of eternity and confident that a God presides over it.
I’ve spent my whole life trying to adequately capture those half-seconds and still find them entirely inexpressible.
That is why I don’t proselytize.