UPON ARRIVAL at the proverbial gates of heaven, the face looking in will look like this:
Bewildered, intent to find out why a good guy would be put through the ringer that life on earth has been.
That face will be looking for answers.
Maybe if I pass the test, I’ll get to rule a galaxy somewhere.
Now, now, comes a voice. Just relax. We have a little assignment for you…
Why are there so many galaxies..?
Well, rewards were needed. Here you are. For the next twenty billion years or so, try not to drive off the road. It’s all yours.
It may be presumed impossible to know how this could work. There is no fault in not knowing, but in thinking it.
SIDE ENTERTAINMENT: Just Dropped In – Kenny Rogers.
Thwarticus 