What do we see when we die?

I am here—make no mistake.

It was I who spoke before, and I now speak again. I have had a wonderful experience. Much that I had forgotten I can now remember. What has happened was for the best—it was inevitable.

I can see you though not very distinctly. I found almost no darkness. The light here is wonderful—far more wonderful than the sunlight of the south.

No—I cannot yet see my way very well around Paris—everything is different. It is probably by reason of your own vitality that I am able to see you at this moment.

—The Judge