Among the scattered deck chairs that adorn the Titanic that is my brain, one is always set aside in honour of my dearly departed imaginary friend the Holy Ghost. That bodyless ephemeral bronze medalist of 'the Trinity' fame. He is one enigmatic character, even after you get to know him. Some of his closest allies can barely make heads or tales of the fellow, but they'll blow his trumpet like a whore auditioning for the world's harmonic orchestra, with nothing but a trouser snake and a dogged (bordering on scary) pay-me-now determination (ladies and gentlemen, we have a new candidate for most outstanding example of a terrible mixed up metaphor for 2010).
What's that sign? Memory lane. Oh... I sit in YSA Sunday school class (did the tense change in here?). Someone asks the second most popular question you're likey to hear at this type of setting (the first being: Eternal marriage, again, really?): "How can I tell the difference between the Holy Ghost and my own emotions?" It's as if young David himself has slung a psychological pebble directly between my eyes. Bullseye. It rouses me from my slumber. I know this one. Umm, we can't. That's it. We can't. I don't actually voice this. The teacher begins with what will inevitably be an entertaining, depending on how you look at it, foray into obfuscation. "Well, through the Holy Ghost the truth is woven into the very fibre and sinews of the body, so it cannot be forgotten. So, blah, blah, blah, etc." Strangely in the following weeks and years the same question keeps coming up.
... Back to the present. I see now, again, The Holy Ghost a.k.a Disco Inferno, let's burn baby burn all up and and down in your bosoms baby, is so astonishingly powerful that an experience with him is memorable enough to barely be indistinguishable from everyday emotion. Wow (I've had shits that have left a longer lasting impression than this guy). He's so convincing that people leave the church all the time. Impressive. I shake my head "Still never heard a decent explanation for that one, old friend." I look over at the Holy Ghost's empty deck chair, and then up at the bow. I see a large iceberg approaching on the horizon.