The universe conspires to get you what you want. Karma gives you what you deserve. If you've been naughty, this spells trouble. And if you've been nice, this leads to a sort of suspended animation.
The world stops turning, you forget to breathe. The divide between you and the outside world vanishes and you are left with nothing and everything. It is bliss, a living nirvana. And like tidal waves it brings you through crests and troughs.
Santa is indeed keeping count.
Vegetarian Zombies and Other Stories
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