Chasing fate, the height of the heavens, those lovely pearly gates, is like eagerly seeking emptiness, at the end of a long and winding road, nirvana waiting, a lily in the valley, at the climax of a journey, alas, to put it in the past, and for reality to echo, the question must be asked, and the work completed, but therein lays the path to our salvation, passing eternities, onto the next sequence, may entropy consume us all, and may all our hearts beat with desire, before becoming water-worn stones along the river, may our pulse dwindle, our mouths on the fruit of our work, please, lord god in heaven, live, laugh, love, and mercy, may we all pass onwards peacefully…Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.