There are no words for it. Ecstasy is laughably inadequate, as are rapture, euphoria, bliss . . . . Ugly, harsh syllables that come nowhere near capturing the merest fraction of what he feels. The experience is primal and transcendent, like birth, like death.
Scott Raymond lost his parents in a bloodbath when he was only nine years old, but despite the occasional headaches and hallucina... [click here for more]