A writer reports on the universe. When he presents his credentials, the gates of heaven and hell are equally opened to him. He can hear the devil’s defense and god’s accusations. The guards at the king’s heart let him in. The writer can be anything and any one he wants. When he writes he is a god, he creates.
This life is not perfect, live it to the full, it's all we have
Life has a meaning but do not set out to find out. Just live it out.
Life is a dream. We wake up when we die