I had lunch at a Korean barbecue place. I consumed several plates of meat and, for approximately eleven minutes, I understood the mind of God.
South Korea is not merely a country.
It is the holy land.
The grills are altars. The beef is communion. The music hymns. The little bowls of kimchi are ancient scriptures written in fermented cabbage.
I have eaten of the meat.
I am no longer the same man.