This morning I cut my head shaving. It didn't hurt. In fact, I didn't even feel it. When I rinsed the razor, I saw the tell-tale stain and looked into the mirror. Blood seeped from my head and mixed with the warm water and foam, leaving rivuletts of pink trickling down my face. It looked like my face was running with bloody tears. It was then I felt completely disconnected from the world. I wasn't experiencing this, I was watching myself experience this. I was staring at some sort of Christ figure in the steam of my shower. Then the real world intruded.