I entered another world as though I had died. Instead of heaven, I was in a bed where my room was bright and people were translucent. A translucent nurse adjusted my pillow. I thought of many things that I had cared about, my porcelains, my clothes, the way I’d combed my hair, and I didn’t know why I had cared about them. My friends came to see me and I could see though them. I knew they could also see through me. The brightness overwhelmed me. I couldn’t speak, but there was no need of speaking. If real life could be like this, I thought, there would be no lies, no striving for ownership, no place where people know neither love nor joy, no weapons, and no war.