The Great Hand of God plucked me right out of my seat. It grappled me near my neck and lifted me higher, into the ether. From my new vantage, I could see for miles into any direction.

I was given clairvoyance beyond what Men could normally perceive. To the East all the riddles of the Past were made clear. The West harbored answers to all the riddles of the Future. North showed me my Life, carefully documented and annotated. South showed me all of what Could Have Been.

Directly down, however, was pure ugliness. The Present was fully visible to me, warts and all. I emplored my Master to lower me at once, back into the respite of my known world. He did not oblige, and ascended me higher still, so more of the grotesque Present became visible. I begged and pleaded to be expunged from the monstrosity I saw.

And then I was falling. Visions of Past and Future faded into obscurity. The ugliness of Present rapidly abated.

Seemingly, nothing had changed.

Excepting, of course, everything.