Dreams Haunted The Riverworld.

Miles Above The Earth We Know , Fancy's Rocket Roars. Below, Here And Now Are Needles Which Sew A Pattern Black As Pitch, Waiting For The Rocket's Light.

All The Human Beings I Met Were Either Sure That There Would Be No Afterlife Or Else That They Would Get Preferential Treatment In The Hereafter.

There Are Universes Begging For Gods, Yet He Hangs Around This One Looking For Work.

By Now You Must Have Accepted The Fact That Your Religion , In Fact, None Of The Earthly Religions, Truly Knew What The Afterlife Would Be. All Made Guesses, And Then Established These As Articles Of Faith . Though, In A Sense, Some Were Near The Mark, If You Accept Their Revelations As Symbolic .

It's A Peculiarity Of The Norwegian Culture And Of The English And American, Too, That Men Are Not Supposed To Cry. Stiff Upper Lip And All That. But The Vikings Cried Like Women In Public Or Privately. They Soaked Their Beards With Tears And Were Not One Bit Ashamed About It. Yet, They Were As Quick To Draw Their Swords As They Were To Shed Tears. So, What's All This Crap About Men Having To Hold In Their Sorrow And Grief And Disappointment?