. . . the worship leaders were simply playing softly for a long stretch. 

I don't know what they were doing during that time; I never opened my eyes. I was having my own encounter with the Lord.  . . .

The Vision

I love this imagery of the universe standing on its tippytoes. I imagine demons scurrying in haste because their time is short, and angels leaning over the balcony of heaven with . . . .