I woke up dead this morning. I saw a splinter of light pierce the cave’s darkness, I heard the sounds of a rooster, I tasted sweet and sour flavors, I smelled the stench of death and the perfume of life, and the sheets touched my body. My spirit confirmed my body’s demise and the rest was a surprise. Unable to see with my eyes, hear with my ears, taste with my tongue, smell with my nose, or touch with my hands, I sensed His call to rise, stand, walk, run, and fly into action and life.

The beacon of light shone bright. Even blind eyes could see its glow. The voice was clear, even to deaf ears. The taste made my haste urgent. The light’s sweet fragrance beckoned from beyond the dark’s cold stench. I wanted to touch the light. How could I sense what was beyond my senses? Are there more than five? How many senses are there?