THE RESTRICTIONS OF MORTALITY
Roman cans. He picks fruit from trees and somehow transforms it into sweet stickiness.
He popped a lid on a fruit jar and his face crinkled up. He explained that air had gotten into the supposedly sealed jar.
I peeked in.
"Not air," I said. "God got in."
It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
He said that if I ate it I might die. That was an important lesson to learn. The human brain can only process a limited amount of beauty at one time and still be allowed to live.
The restrictions of our mortal existence.
He popped a lid on a fruit jar and his face crinkled up. He explained that air had gotten into the supposedly sealed jar.
I peeked in.
"Not air," I said. "God got in."
It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
He said that if I ate it I might die. That was an important lesson to learn. The human brain can only process a limited amount of beauty at one time and still be allowed to live.
The restrictions of our mortal existence.
