Ritual Of Cleansing

It's easy on a Sunday morning, setting out on the freeway to do the shopping while the air is still cool and the sky a shockingly harmonious blue and the hammer of Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday is resting from the Hand that wields it, to talk to God and say 'Now is all, this moment is all, there is, ' and with that one brief sentence dissolve in a vast Ocean a whole lifetime of disappointments and partly-realized efforts, and feel all of life come up refreshed and clean, and there's every reason to believe in an infinite possibility—after all, the sun is still young and climbing, why not us? On the way home a few hours later a lot more two-armed, two-legged versions of the human condition are in evidence everywhere and I'm fatigued. Doing anything has become a bit of a struggle and I just want to get home. I try the cleansing a second time. The results are not as dramatic, but still, if it worked last time, the world is only a couple hours old now, and next Sunday I'll start out early again.