Nothing makes a meal more enjoyable than the last bite, the final chew and the lingering taste. The flavor serves as a mnemonic to further future insight.

This past Saturday morning, breakfast was a routine calorie-loading in preparation for a day's worth of running errands.

The meal consisted of half a cinnamon raisin English muffin (toasted and buttered), fresh chorizo (pan-fried) and a sunny-side egg (the yolk cooked semi-firm).

The concluding morsel was pitched on a fork, situated like a specimen for scientific study.

The food did not conjure as much thought as the news on the television, which was more compelling--until there was a commercial.

Words did not come to my mind to describe the experience that lasted less than the three minute station break.

The sensation was seemingly visual, metaphorically cosmic: a stellar explosion reminiscent of a hypernova.

My salivary glands secreted, priming gustatory perception. In my mind, ideas burst--a eureka moment of superluminous reverie.

As the wonderment stimulated the occipital lobe, I found myself lost in a galactic fabulation thousands of light years away.

As a world shattered, I bit my tongue.