The Divine freight train strikes again. The sledgehammer of God.
Everything known is shattered like glass. Pulsing rivers of energy, twisting and coiling. Melting.
"So... this is what clarity looks like"
Point B through and between point A. Space is folding like a flower. Time endlessly looping. Spiraling out.
So familiar: "I've been here before".
And so alien. So strange.
Just relax, we're going Home.