Euphoric is the Battle which is the Drug

Breathe in.  Silence.  Surrounded by things that aren't so important anymore.  At least for the moment.

We pray.
And then we read it once.  Aloud.
And then we sit.
The same mental images that came to mind when I read it earlier once again came into view.
Nothing new.
We pick a passage and we say it.

And then we read it again.
And then we sit.
This time, I start having pictures in my head pop up: pictures with the same quality as say a seventies or eighties cartoon.
We reflect.
Rather, they reflect.
I say nothing.

And then we read it.  Again.
And then we sit.  Again.
But this time...
This time, with my eyes closed, I stopped thinking about what everyone thought of me.  I knew I looked weird, but it's how I wanted to sit: back tall, eyes closed, book against my chest.  I'm so self-concsious.  But I have realized that self-concscious people achieve so few of their dreams.  The weird people, though, they live them.
As I listened to the words being read aloud, a different quality flooded my mind.  With euphoria pumping through my veins, a battle scene right out of the land of Narnia comes into focus.
Only this battle scene is far more intense.
A line states: "...by the fire and fury of the battle which was occurring in him up there."
Maybe that's what triggered it.  There were swords, blood, fire, rock, sweat, and fear.
We zoom across the clearing where the battle is playing out to the edge of the woods.  Something is rustling just inside.
"...the roar rising from the void and imposing order on it as it hits the air."
A great lion leaps out from the woods and, as I watch it leap over me, I am but a foot beneath its massive body.
It stampedes into the war, muting the fire and leading the blood bath to a close in a triumphant raid.
As we watch death and darkness die, the warriors look around at one another: they're all just kids.  Or, rather, just fragile people, wanting only to live to see tomorrow.

We reflect in silence.
We say a closing prayer.
And then we leave.