Excarnation

"Excarnation," "dispersion of consciousness"--Dr. Bauder proposed several fitting names. Too fitting, really.

A shutter. A tinkle of distant glass. And rats feet, somewhere.

In the end, the anorexia of the soul which rejects true nourishment in favor of the endless sensations of the Now is perhaps the greatest peril to true religion that you (or I) will ever know. But we do (and here is the painful part) We do know it--intimately.

And the holes of our stretched, taut consciousness appear and grow as only darkness grows beneath the setting sun.