lunch break

i went there the other day. because it's the Fast, during lunch i try not to torture myself by being surrounded with co-workers and their food. it's all empty. i made myself stay a little while and reflected on the journey. the strangest part was i could not remember. it's that distant of an existence. as if another life. someone else's but not mine. i had not one feeling about it. not one. complete and utter detachment from a life that isn't mine. a truth that doesn't exist anymore. it was cold because the heat had been off for months. i sat in the middle of the room on the hard wood floor and prayed. such is the uniqueness that is the Fast. a 19-day heavenly oasis in the desert of material consumption. in my conversation with God that day, i was thankful for the answering of prayers, granting of inner strengths, of support systems that propelled me beyond a half life toward this most great purpose.