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I am a mystic.

Mystics live for these profound little things. I don't believe in them, but I get them anyway. So I try really hard to believe, but I'm a skeptic - and even though I know they're right, I... argh.

Then there's having faith that there is an answer without knowing what the answer is. I can't have that sort of faith, that test of mental and spiritual devotion, because I /know/. But, having no concrete reason for knowing and an overscientific background, I worry about that knowing, and why it's there.

So, I had this vision....

The Visitation