In a message dated 98-01-05 23:58:46 EST, gary.allen@usa.net writes: << For a brief moment, a healthy and natural cowardice wanted to cry out, "I'm not worthy!", but the perfect inevitability of the force that carried me like a tsunami of bliss/pain/transfiguration stifled my voice. Or maybe it was just that I hadn't thought to breathe. Fifteen minutes later, my head soaked with penitential sweat, my pulse slowing to measurable levels, my conversion complete, I realized that -- yes -- the trappings of our rituals are indeed mundane, even tawdry. But if one, properly prepared, peeks behind the tacky vestments and brassy thingamabobs, one finds there revealled a brilliant ineffable something -- something that is hidden to those who are just smart enough to see the shallow gleam of brass. >> Amen Brother Gary. Welcome to the next level in your evolution. Spread the good word and the Habanero Jam. El Grande has reached out and touched you with the warmth of his most Supreme Being. Rejoice. So did you finish the whole slice? Yours Truly in Supreme Heat ChefChile@aol.com aka "John" TCS Mystic Fire Priest Monk of the SOB (Sacred Order of the Bread) Executive Chef Ring O' Fire C=:-) Humble Servant to the Great Hab