Rapture I can still remember the sound of cracking and thumping—sounds that a human head makes when it forcefully meets a concrete floor, covered only by an eighth of an inch of hospital carpet. Behind the darkness of closed eyelids came a repetitive explosion of colors starting from white, then black, and then wavy colors of the spectrum—all appearing and then disappearing in the waves of air around the room. The blunt pain and confusion from such an action was no match for