A familiar numbness raps at the door of my heart:
Numbness: Let me in!I have come to dine with you.
Me: My heart has no room for you at the Table of Intimacy.
Numbness: But I have brought you the most sumptuous delights this fine evening. I have soup and salad and the most sensational deserts.
(Numbness calculating his words)
Numbness: If you wish, we can drown ourselves in the soup of sadness and eat the crisp taste of the salad of sullenness.
And, then… yes… then… we can dive headlong into the dessert of distractions. Of these, we can eat until your heart is completely filled.
Then, let us move to the living room and find comfort and warmth by the fireplace. You know, the fireplace, without fire. We can fix our gaze on the television set right above. We can watch our latest shows until the screen becomes blurry and all pain has ceased.
(Interjection by The Father)
The Father: Son, you have spent too much time entertaining this fool. It is time for you to come to the Table. There is bread and there is water. Come and have your fill. Loaves of Life and Water for your Wellsprings await you. And there will be wine to drink, although it may be something of an acquired taste. We will drink of your sufferings together but the taste at the end will be sweet!
(The Father looks into me deeply)
When you are full, let us tell stories. Let us recount the journeys and adventures we encountered today.
(Me, at the door)
Me: Well Numbness, The Father has given me a better offer. I must go now.
Me: And like I said, there is honestly no room for you ate table.