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Pushing the Button

Practice the pause. When in doubt, pause. When angry, pause. When tired, pause. When stressed, pause. And when you pause, pray.” —Toby Mac ~~~~~~~~ A movie runs on. In a high tower a facsimile of your open eyes burns through a celluloid strip of film. A pinpoint of heat made a hole - It burned through perception. A sentient hand reaches out from mindfulness, it punches a large button set at the back of a seat in the back row of a movie theater. The running-on - stops. You sit back a spell, re-light a lamp you had kicked over in your hurry to keep ahead. A spool of cooling reality unwinds, forming a jumbled heap on a cutting room floor. Once again you recall, that paused living-space, that prayer room you could have entered at anytime.

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