Here in my neck of the woods, in Florida, so far, you can still get coffee and food to go at most restaurants. It’s not the same as sitting down inside one of these places, and enjoying a dining experience along with other humans, but for now, it works.
A good word to describe the experience of being here as the human and the eternal self is extrasensual. It’s experiencing this reality as an extremely sensual being, who has access to not only the human senses but the non-physical ones.
Many of us are becoming more and more detached from the world outside our door. From the news, from other people. But it doesn’t really trouble us, because we know that it’s being replaced by something profound.
Whenever I come down with a bad cold, the thing that bothers me most is losing my sense of smell. I realize during those times how much I depend upon that human sense for my enjoyment of life. Not being able to smell the warm, tropical ocean air, the grass, the woods, the honeysuckle, or the earth on my walks, or taste my food, or my coffee. Taste, to a great degree, depends upon our sense of smell.