Well after an undulating path in the lifestream of nod and eighty three years in the game it was time to decide upon grim death, well I pondered and after some deliberation made contact with the cloud taxis. I had been promised a private audience upon ascension and a seat on heavens deck.
So I said to my droplet lets go misty and high just under the big scare and those weird balls in what I know as space in a non return way, I said to droplet “which cloudbreak do we enter before the wind of despair blows me off trail
for my astral journey.” Droplet said “do not worry you will have time to meet the father his son before you turn into a holy ghost. I said to droplet the cloud maker “a.u.m to that will start again.”