I'm in the church I grew up in, Central Presbyterian in St. Louis. The interior has been remodeled. The pews now face 90 degrees to the right so that the rows are much longer and everyone is closer to the pulpit. The new organ is wider. The new pulpit is less ornate and there is no elaborate woodwork behind it.

A Chinese woman rises from the front of the pews and enters the pulpit. The congregation is full. She speaks but I can't understand her words. She is speaking another language. The ministers, both men, are seated directly in front of her and are turned to face her.

I am writing in gold marker on parchment. When I look at what I have written, I realize that I have written halfway down the page, then turned the sheet over and continued writing. The paper is so transparent that it seemed that I was writing on the same side.

Thinking about this in my waking, I realize that writing on the sheet this way has some relation to the symbol for eternity and to a mobius strip.