Once upon a time there was a field.
In that field was a meadow. In that meadow played a lamb.
In that field there bloomed a forest. In that forest a tiger burned.
In that field there grew a city. In that city everyone who ever lived, lived.
The sky of that field was the floor of the entire universe.
Up there in that sky Bob Dylan put his ear to the ground and listened for a song. Up there in that sky David Lynch daydreamed peacefully while Physicists pounded away beside him with jackhammers. Trying to get through! What's underneath?
I took a trail through the woods to a bend in the throat. A ball of light, that was a person, took me from there. To where? To where a bonfire burned in a field under a billion of stars and William Blake and Rumi floated down in parachutes. Flutes and fiddles and drums, and Dryads dancing around the blaze. Ah, there were many that were there! Dawson, the Electro-Magnetician. G.K. Chesterton smoking a cigar. As much as you are willing and wanting, that's where You are.
And Christ the Connector walking into the fire, becoming flames in our hearts, as we become friends. Amen.