A Longing For Church

Things are not as they seem. I sit on this very spot. In this very city. In this exact place in the world. But only at this exact moment. I travel contstantly through space and that place of time. Things are not as they seem. I watch things in a vegatative state and I can't control my brain. I see with all three eyes. Are each pair seeing true things, or are things not as they seem. I humble my self before the altar, before the Supreme Being, out of Eternity and in Time, and of course vice versa. I see before me a humble peice of wheat bread. But things are not as they seem.