The fog settles on my face. The heavens rest upon me and my mind leaves my body. It knows of a heaven that is higher. My eyes stare at the mountains, the sun falls behind them and paints a pink sky. The art of nature surrounds me and I know of better things. I taste a meal of the freshest fruit and a sensation of perfection, a fulfillment of good things. There will be a time when cities have justice. There is a world where citizens meet their potential, voices sing, legs run, and hands accomplish. This world reflects the beauty of heaven and foretells of forever perfection. But what of suffering? The human spirit is the answer. The fight, the whisper to conquer and accomplish because it is temporary. Yell out, there will be victory. The human spirit cries, even in the struggle, there is better to come.