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If you like Crème Brûlée . . . Nov. 3, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Nov 3
  • 1 min read

I’ve tasted the bliss that spiritual books talk about.  This

place beyond description that transcends anything life

has to offer.  If you haven’t tried a sample yourself, let

me say – this is not a buried treasure to be unearthed.

You fall into it, or it tumbles into you.

 

And let me add - this ecstasy has all the taste and

makings of the best Crème Brule, you’ve never had,

and if ever delivered to your table, remember this:

 

You only get a half-bite before it’s suddenly taken away,

leaving a despairing hunger so crushing you’ll lick the

fork long after there’s not a molecule of flavor left.

 
 
 

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