Epiphany

If you have ever imagined what a vision was like, with angles singing and mysteries revealed, it perhaps would look a lot like this:

Bambi glorified and telling us the meaning of life and why God made roaches.  All the while lights pulse with iridescent splendor and we are drowning in rapturous glee.  I do hope the chorus of celestial voices are made up of Thumper and his brood.  Then perhaps it is a glimpse of Heaven.  But we mortals dare not dream that dream until this life ends to begin a new journey where rabbits sing and we are made new.