Established Marvel : a Monk by Abbreviation

172. FORCE 10 FROM NAVARONE (or Something Like That) - Part One:

One time I woke up dead in Meshoppen Pennsylvania on my way towards Towanda - an oddly undifferentiated place in the plain wilds of northeastern PA the place where they call their little foothills the 'Endless Mountains' if you want to know that and where there are rabbits and rodents amidst rafters and rapids and the little old river I'd found out that way - name I forget - had fossil rocks a'plenty amidst the running waters of some little stream - which water-bed you could walk and see all these rocks and as you walked there'd be deep in the woods suddenly houses and cabins with little fences and driveways and places where there were people - pretty much silent and mysterious people - living about and going on with their own tiny lives amidst all the conflagration of the rest of the world and I always liked that infernal distance and silence - except for the gurgling of the fossil waters - and I wanted just to stay there forever but couldn't and it wasn't really Meshoppen anyway go to find out it was more like Waverly NY right at the border but whatever I never cared much for that stuff : the heavily laden waters made me think of Heaven and the musics which came from the clouds had me thinking of some great wild voice about to come down from the skies like a hand delivering tablets or any of that stuff that used to happen (star-twinkle brightness angel Moroni speaking in tongues and the desert man crying all to himself in the middle of the deep deep woods) and I was so sad I too wanted to die but nothing ever came my way and the pictures I'd see carved into trees were all the pictures I'd ever need.