There is a place in you where this whole world has been forgotten; where no memory of sin and of illusion lingers still.  There is a place in you which time has left, and echoes of eternity are heard.  There is a resting place so still no sound except a hymn to Heaven rises up to gladden God the Father and the Son.  Where Both abide are They remembered, Both.  And where They are is Heaven and is peace.

We pause but for a moment more, to play our final, happy game upon this earth.  And then we go to take our rightful place where truth abides and games are meaningless.  So is the story ended.  Let this day bring the last chapter closer to the world, that everyone may learn the tale he reads of terrifying destiny, defeat of all his hopes, his pitiful defense against a vengeance he can not escape, is but his own deluded fantasy.  God's ministers have come to waken him from the dark dreams this story has evoked in his confused, bewildered memory of this distorted tale.  God's Son can smile at last, on learning that it is not true.