You know what, give me more of this. I’ll sacrifice all of the world’s art, every painting ever painted, every sculpture ever sculpted. Just. More. When press my fingers against my closed eyes, I don’t want phosphenes. I want this. When Jesus comes back to take the righteous to heaven with him, I don’t want to go if this isn’t what awaits me. This is the pinnacle of achievement. It is enlightenment in a zero calorie seltzer–fizzy and uplifting. I have seen the face of god, and it has a cute little bandit mask and wet nose.