Beyond the now, the ever present now, we frail embodied humans can never pass.
As Spirits we are free as wraiths to voyage the universe in all its forms as Olaf did
In reveries upon the down. Or as Alan did in dark dark days , all hanging by a thread.
The dreaming dreamer, he sensed what others could not. Clothed in guile Colossus spoke
The Word. Men were damned and men were saved. Johnny picked the baton up and ran.
In mortal flesh confined only Part we ever see of God, or this or that and there is much of that.