“Sometimes I only believe in hell. But I suppose if it exists, there has to be a heaven, too.” “Tell me what it’ll be like,” she said. “Your philosophers have already described it in a million sparkling ways, haven’t they?” “I want to know what you think it’ll be, Arc.” “I don’t know.” I sighed. “I guess it’ll be drifting clouds and bright wonders and the moment like a wheel, turning and turning until we know what it was all for. Or maybe it’ll just be horses galloping by so fast, they make us dizzy.”
