I stare at the flashing cursor on my screen as I struggle for an Instant Message response to a friend in pain. I begin to see the cursor as a symbol of life. Flashing. Flashing. Flashing... Every time it blinks I imagine a soul taken into eternity. And as it blinks. Blinks. Blinks... I sit and wait. Wait. Wait... As if some flash of wisdom or enlightening thought might hit me. But it doesn't. So I type. Hoping to derive some bit of eternal perspective that might in an instant transform my outlook, spurning me to make some great statement or act in a manner that brings about unprecedented change.
Enlightenment Escapes me.
Reality confronts me.
God is Infinite.
I am finite.
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