When you get through a few things generally thought to be impossible, the world, of necessity, changes. The world, and by deduction, my experience, couldn't have been what it had been thought to be.
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I'm not sure what prompts my unconscious to bring specific locations back to my mind from time to time, but it's amiably unheimlich to find oneself at Mass in the back of St. Pat's when the ikonostasis of an old orthodox church in Belgrade or an old Baroque SJ church in Transylvania comes to mind.
"...and rays of light you cannot see / Are flashing through eternity." (Poe)