When the doctor cut into me, peeled away the skin, the fat, the organs, the vessels of blood; when he cracked and shed the cartilage of my spine, music oozed from me. The music of oblivion.
“…and the Father is within…they are in the Father.” [i]
Truth conforms to music and music is the vibration of oblivion, an unknowing grace note.
[i] Page. 51 NHL