The funniest things can happen when you leave religion behind. Like, you might end up in the most religious place of all. (I used to think that was a metaphor.)

'60s-era photo montage goodness from the original rapture novels. (In case the guillotine on the church lawn wasn't enough.)

Emily Dickinson figures prominently in this new essay, as in my life. The medieval poet Rumi plays a role as well (and donuts, I guess).