You 're moments late to literally everything . You watch busses pull away as you run behind them , girls get asked out as you walk up to them , and you have never caught a green light . One day though , you arrive on time . [ WP ]

And they applaud me. Every face I look towards looks back at me with the same expression, an exultancy matched only by disciples. They keep it up, the ovation crescendoing into collective cheer as if I in the eye of a choir hurricane. Then I see him, my Father, and as he walks toward me I can see that the applause fades from those he nears, himself as a pollutant to their crop. 
 
 `` Son'' he says to me with tears in his eyes. 
 
 `` Welcome to the present''. 
 
 I do that now, I am that. I make the world you see a split second afterwards. I am with my brethren and we ride on the cusp, shaping the matter into that which you walk into. 
 
 Into every new moment of you.
