…….Once shot in the head, I instantly appeared before my maker, the great contemplator; couldn’t tell it’s gender because there was just splendor and pure light. I could hear it telepathically in my own voice, with a omniscience reasoning I knew wasn’t mines, a scary magnificence but yet I was compelled to stay calm, asked me why I cursed the name told to me was divine, I said because I know you existed before names was spoken, and your children tell lies, they wear names as a disguise, we’ve had many men don those names as they rise, even the Bible has more of our fingerprints than God’s; it was than I felt it’s consciousness brush up against mines, it told me I was wise, but disconnected, most of your points will be deflected, into the abyss of human rigidity, the usual bases of our overall stupidity.