As I walked along the supposed golden path I was confronted by a mysterious specter. He pointed to the graveyard over on yonder hill. I paused in cosmic reflection, confused and wondering of how I came to die. I was confused, for if I was dead, how and why did I die? But I composed myself and decided I should face him. But I stood paralyzed on the supposed golden path and I was confronted by a powerful demon force, and they said it was the devil, and when he spoke his words flowed like glowing lava from the mouth of a volcano. And I said: Help me Lord!. I found myself in some kind of hell but I did not believe in a heaven and hell world in opposite’s kind of reality, and gained control of myself and I decided to press on. And as I walked along the supposed golden path I was trembling with fear, all the lions and the wizards yet to come. I see in the distance silver mountains rising high and the clouds and a voice from above did whisper some shining answer from the womb: “Please forgive me, I never meant to hurt you”.