She knew this music--knew it down to the very core of her being--but she had never heard it before. Unfamiliar, it had still always been there inside her, waiting to be woken. It grew from the core of mystery that gives a secret its special delight, religion its awe. It demanded to be accepted by simple faith, not dissected or questioned, and at the same time, it begged to be doubted and probed.
What I want to do is travel deep and deeper into the dreamlands, to find that place that I know is waiting for me here. My home.
I don't know what's waiting for us when we die--something better, something worse. I only know I'm not ready to find out yet.