A Parallel World

And what if I told you that in a parallel world not far from here roosters laden with sins swing people above their crowned heads and say to one another and each to the other's God this is my exchange this is my substitute this is my atonement this man shall go to the fiery furnace and I shall enter and go to a good, long life and to peace

And if I go on and tell of a place where a sun rises naked and pale shivering with cold clapping her palms rubbing them one against the other and thawing in the light of the rays that shine from the people of the street full of radiance and giving off brightness and their glow moves from one end of the earth to the other

A day will come and I will take you to a moment in which one God crowns man as king over Him the man who creates Him every day and sanctifies Him on Sabbath eve at twilight and God answers and says my man, my man may it never end