As We Wait for Death.

We are so arrogant that we think that when we remove everything there is only me.

Remove the world around us and the people in it and the noise and the light falling onto our retinas.

Until we sit in a dark room with only the sound of our heartbeat and blood flow in our ears.

After a lifetime (however long) of stimulus - we are reduced to waiting for death.

Alone.

Arrogantly alone.

Or so we think.

We can’t see that in that moment or those moments of aloneness - if they visit us in our life before death -

God sits with us.