I felt that way.
My father had his faith.
So it was not superego.
I would say hello to God.
What I did not know, what I knew that I did not express, others would learn, others would say.
There was a little instant of silence and remoteness around me as I underwent the experience that goes with such realization.
A calm.
The Crépuscule was a long way off—the sound and sight and smell of a dim restaurant.
The trio was playing "Ja-da," I finally realized.
Yvonne snapped her fingers in my face and laughed. "If you must daydream, put me in the act."