The other morning, I had a vision of the reality of life. It wasn't profound; it was prosaic, ordinary but delicious. The vision was of a cake. In this vision, I saw a big, round cake with icing on the top and one of those decorative cake wrappers around the circumference. I had to do an Internet search to find out what those paper wrappers are called. They're called cake frills. Even though most of them aren't frilly, in my vision, I saw the life we know and experience as being the same as that cake frill — thin and
