I believe that at the end of life, at the end of the world, there will be countless devout wandering spirits, dressed in white robes, with clear eyes and calm smiles, holding the blue bouquet we call "eternity", quietly looking at our human world: noisy, sinful, glitzy, full of blood and killing. They looked at all this quietly and with a smile, waiting for us, waiting for us to stagger forward in a haggard shape after we were tired...