The smell of wheat, spiced meats and the subtle aroma of a freshly sliced tomato surround me - pull me - into God's divine ambiance. Hunger steeped within me, I begin to feel frustration at this unknowable purpose. What was this surreal message laid out before me, contained within beautiful slices of bread?
Furrowing my brow, I take God into my hands. I feel my eyes welling up with the regret of what was to come, but the tears cannot detract from my purpose. I bite into God's piquant flesh. I weep.
I fall to my knees; lost.