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  • The old, flawed glass ripples the world beyond the meetinghouse windows.

    Today, we waited. We are always waiting for something -- for God, for a way to open, for a leading, for clearness -- but today the wait seemed different. Behind the meetinghouse, a clear sky of brilliant blue. The clear stripe of sunshine spilling through the windows and warming the wood.

    Today we all seemed to be waiting for the cemetery, only the flawed glass separating us from it.

    We're built to block sensations, to filter the messages from nature, just as flawed glass filters the view.

    If we step outside the meetinghouse, the view of the cemetery becomes clear.

    When we step out of our bodies, all the filtering systems gone, will the beauty be too much to endure?
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