I had a mystical experience at the shoreline of Coney Island yesterday.
I’m sorry I don’t have any pictures or movie clips for you. But when you’re in the midst of an experience like that, you can only break it by trying too hard to remember it. My choice was to record it or be in it, and I chose to be in it.
For the record, my general spiritual beliefs can best be described as “heretic”. Enough to make my religious friends worry about my soul, while at the same time making my irreligious friends worry about my reason. In my mind, traditional religions can’t bear the weight of their own history and sins. Even so, I’ve felt power and truth in a lot of places, like an empty chapel in the silence of the night, a room full of Irish people praying the rosary at my grandfather’s wake…and what I experienced yesterday.
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