The church bell starting tolling. It was probably the Saint Marks over on third street. He remembered an impatient boy, waiting until 845am, hands hovering around the rope. The memory made him smile. He paused for a moment, realizing Wednesday was Epiphany. ‘and how the mystery was made known to me by revelation, as I wrote above in a few words’ he mumbled to himself, waddling out to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. “should have brought the christ child some coffee. they have great coffee in Persia.” Coffee wasn’t the answer to everything, but it made the answers clearer anyways. He loved the origin of the word, and its power – ‘a moment of sudden revelation or insight’ – of course, his own personal epiphany; to leave the church behind so many years ago, rang in his head as clearly the church bell.