The Holy Father had been occupying more of his day of late ‘in prayer’ for which Puck could see was also the deepest of slumbers.
Frequently his soul simply up and went, yet with its anchor still bodily staid, more and more this holy man became heaven bent - barely conscious in this world for any length of enduring time.
To Puck this was the natural order of things. Senility was merely an alcove to a doorway. True consciousness, he knew, manifested somewhere at all times. Whether present before us or not, it is awake and knowing in a place that it chooses.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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