CHAPTER 2

You see a tower of grey and a giant binding belt. You see stairs and you see pillars and you see a world of lakes. You see a house and a striped field, a horse beside it. You see a dog playing with a small child. You see strings of flashing singing feathered things that descend from the sky and mourn, and they kneel upon a room of cold stone lit by a warm blaze and they cry. You see the warm face of your father and mother. You see your wife's face on the dew-kissed grass, sunbathed. You see bugs on the grass. You see the cold earthy lips, purple. You see the fire kiss the world and it is good once again.

You see that the world is green, it is blue and green! Not red, grey or brown, it is green!

But you are yellow and YOU HAVE DIED!