while we sit apon the plains of earth, the angels sit apon the gates of pondering the other as if the other understood them. the golden halls of yesteryear await those not yet to pass on. While idle minds of other times walk the the halls of dreams. Dreams of the old met the facts of reality in the realm between waking and sleep,That we of so little belief find relief in the fact that those since pass in times long forgetten still set the stages of the lives of those who not yet pass.