What are you thinking today, Son?
A slight euphoria drifts over me now and then. Is this what's called a moment of Supreme Grace? Is this Heaven? No, no I don't think so. It can't be that good. It can't be Heaven because in Heaven there is no pain. And here, there is so much pain. I can't tell where the pain comes from. It's just pain. Maybe if someone removed the weights from my body, I could move around and try to find the source of the pain.
That woman standing there might know, but when I ask, she doesn't seem to be able to hear me. I raise my voice louder. I shout to her, but still she just moves quietly about the room. Poor lass, maybe she's deaf. I guess I shouldn't be so hard on her. She speaks to me and her voice is soft and soothing, but never once does she answer when I speak to her. I should like to see this angel of mercy, but my eyes don't seem to want to open. These eyes are heavy and feel as though there are stacks of gold coins on them, weighing them down. Maybe these eyes aren't mine? Maybe someone else has my eyes. My eyes were never this tired, nor were they so hard to open.
That woman standing there might know, but when I ask, she doesn't seem to be able to hear me. A slight euphoria drifts over me...