Upstairs there is waterfall that fills the most astonishing pool. On its surface the myriad endless dramas and dreamings of the living beings warble and play. Occasionally, an ancient sage may be found seated nearby, silently observing the warp and weave of the patterns there expressed.

Many warn the young to stay away, that the pool is powerful, and its currents seductive. Of course, being youthful souls whose curiosities are strong, on hearing the warning, they too often proceed directly to the pool’s edge, and begin throwing things into it… to see the effect… and eventually — the hypnotic draw of the flowing reflections becomes irresistible, and they reach out to touch it…

… and thus these pioneers disappear from heaven; finding themselves ensconced in a womb… soon to become the dreamers whose trials and fantasies emerge in the astonishing fluid spectacles at play near the waterfall’s foot.

Upstairs, the witnessing sage smiles slightly, gently turning her or his head from side to side, — or, on rare occasion, nodding in approval.