My quivering quill never stopped writing until death intervened, and my unfettered spirit began its homeward journey to that love-permeating spirit-realm. There I stood by mighty columns of light, whose spell-binding splendour sated my grimy eyes.
I was then welcomed in the Atrium as well the mirthful Muses, Apollo’s fairest maidens. So brightly shone their sapphire-encrusted diadems. Those eyes, suffused with gentle muliebrity and conscientiousness, invigorated my spirit completely.
My ascent thereafter was swift! I am now at uppermost of the Ethereal World! My refuge is a magnificent Grecian temple with Corinthian Pillars and seven gold-gilded cupolas exploding with love of God.