I feel warmth, the kind where the heat raises from the ground. I hear bells on horses and people bargaining in the marketplace.
The tent at the top of the hill is filled with people waiting to be seen, to be heard.
People travel from all over the country to visit the tent so that they can learn “I Exist.”
They feel it within themselves but they don’t trust it, it feels foreign.
So they travel, some by foot and some by horse.
I can hear the chatter, the excitedness, the fear, the doubt.
For some, they feel that this moment is the last before they face oblivion not knowing that they truly Exist.