“Who is knocking on heaven´s door?” a voice asked from inside.
It´s me, Carl Michaels. I did my thing, please, let me come in. But who are you, sir? Albert Schweitzer?”
“No, Albert Einstein. Remember on earth they took my brain out of my dead body for researching reasons. Crazy scientists! I´m glad, they did! Now, I´m really free, can think even much better without it. My soul has taken over all that thinking eversince. Moreover, there is music in my soul that keeps me going. Come on in, Carl! That´s the right place for you. Step forward, you´re very welcome among us
all. Okay, Carl is all good. Open up the abode of the blessed ones, demiurge!”
“But Carl has to stay at the Elysium with all the artists, philosophers and scientists like you. He can´t come up to the 7th floor of the Higher Grounds in heaven, where Godfather, Moses, Jesus, Muhammad and Buddha with all angels, prophets and saints do have their eternal abode which I built for them ever so unique according to their own ideas.”
“What Carl needs we got in here: Friends and music! Don´t let him wait outside till doomsday. Let´s have fun before the separation of believers and non-believers takes place! What is this, a purgatory or a symposium at the Isle of Happiness? Universal concert pitch Om and music please, Grand Maestro!”