Nostrildamus, he who nose all.

A passage from the chapter "Why God Laughs" in my new book, Love's True Home.

As I stood at the edge of the precipice, my nose began to tingle wildly as fluorescent sparks shot out of my nostrils. Suddenly, I left my body; hovering above the time track, I witnessed past, present and future events simultaneously. All of creation lay before me; everything made scents to my holy proboscis, a true beak-on of truth. Henceforth, I became known as Nostrildamus, he who nose all.

Author's Note

Whoever invented the phrase “I’m bored” probably had nothing better to do.