Realised there never was anything to worry about, to doubt was insane. The limited, callow individuals living on housing estates in Chingford, Large detached houses in Kew Tower blocks on the Tottenham marshes, Become my gods. A sanitary inspector from the London Borough of Haringay, And Brahmin stands resplendent before me. For five minutes I love everybody. There is only love.
All action ceases.
The Mile End Road, once a blood-stained battleground of Bacchanalian excess, becomes the Garden of Gethsemane. A Cypriot minicab driver becomes St Francis of Assissi. I love everybody. My spirit is free. I am limitless in space, time and matter, Simultaneously the planet Neptune, part of the structural support to Vauxhall Bridge.