Abstract:
What would you do if you’d suffered so much in your life that you headed for the desert wasteland to look for the truth? Only to be suddenly setting in front of the doorway to heaven, and realized your work wasn’t done. Cause you stunk so bad, and had only been selfish most of your life. What would you do? Perhaps shyly slip away, and think you could hide from the Ethereal Creator or your newfound wisdom. But instead have to change your whole life to a new set of beliefs in a pagan ritual of truth and good judgment.