Jason sits on the edge of the cliff, dangling his legs over the side. The night sky is brilliant with stars. An owl hoot-hoots from the edge of the forest. The scurry of small animals, dashing here and there, each with their individual calls and signals catches his ear. A fox? A squirrel? Chipmunks? Here in Heaven, they chase each other for fun, not for food. There is no need of it in this dimension. Every being is nurtured by universal energy. Human souls, being such creatures of habit, continue to sip their cappuccinos, munch on their chocolate-chip cookies and devour spaghetti like there is no tomorrow.
hoot-hootsA fox? A squirrel? Chipmunks?In his hands, Jason holds an old guitar – one he discovered on a walk through the forest. He attempts to tune it, but sadly, knows nothing of this
