Black square

It seems I'm always living inside a life I've never lived in before.

I have to hire an expert to explain it to me.

She draws a square, puts me in the middle, then fills in the square with black ink.

Now that you're invisible, she says, you're in a much better position to behold the kingdom of God.

But I like my old life, I say, where it is dark and I can't see a thing.