I’ve seen what’s on the other side. It’s gray and cold and endless. An ocean of ash. There is no light at the end of the tunnel. No angels singing. No pearly gates. There is only this life. Once it’s gone, our only hope for the afterlife is that our memories remain in the hearts of those still living. Those are the vessels we inhabit. I don’t know if you can find comfort in that, but that’s all I hold on to. That’s the only truth there is, like Peggy Lee sang, so let’s keep dancing.
