The numinous, the transcendent, the cosmic—these are like trauma, in that they occur in a constant state of immediacy. Even to say “constant” is to introduce, then capsize, an image of time as a steady line, which, let’s face it, was a leaky vessel from the start. The numinous, the transcendent, the cosmic—they are everywhere. Now. They transcend daily understandings of space and time: They are spacetime. This is going to make choice of verb tense real tricky. So just give up on making sense in any practical terms right now, or just give up on getting any sleep. Once you start placing words in sequence to be read over linear time about mysteries that swamp the idea of time, you are already sunk. In the best possible way.