THE RESTRICTIONS OF MORTALITY

Roman cans. He picks fruit from trees and somehow transforms it into sweet stickiness.

He popped a lid on a fruit jar and his face crinkled up. He explained that air had gotten into the supposedly sealed jar.

I peeked in.

"Not air," I said. "God got in."

It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

He said that if I ate it I might die. That was an important lesson to learn. The human brain can only process a limited amount of beauty at one time and still be allowed to live.

The restrictions of our mortal existence.
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