It might have seemed ridiculous to anyone watching, this white-haired maintenance worker, all alone, making like an airplane. But the running boy is inside every man, no matter how old he gets.

In the stories about life and death, the soul often floats above the goodbye moment, hovering over police cars at highway accidents, or clinging like a spider …

'Ah.' The Blue Man nodded. 'Well people often belittle the place where they were born. But heaven can be found in the most unlikely corners. And heaven itself …

How do people choose their final words? Do they realize their gravity? Are they fated to be wise?

The End When I was One, I had just begun. When I was Two, I was nearly new. When I was Three I was hardly me. When I was Four, I was not much more. When I was …

When I grow up I want to be a little boy.

A little while ago, not much more than a few days ago, I was a child who went about in a world of colors, of hard and tangible forms. Everything was mysterious…