As I was leaving the pearlescent Anteroom, my escort furtively slipped me a note, looking both ways first.

I pretended nothing had happened until I got out on the street and had caught an ordinary taxi. Then I settled down in the back seat and opened it. This is what it said:

On the end of the world: [ 119 ]

Someday, someday, this crazy world will have to end,
And our God will take things back that He to us did lend.
And if, on that sad day, you want to scold our God,
Why just go ahead and scold Him. He'll just smile and nod.

Kurt Vonnegut