In the Afterlife is a palace for artists, scientists, and visionaries who died penniless, unrecognized, or forgotten, but whose genius has been vindicated by history. Van Gogh, Dickinson, Melville, Tesla, Lovelace, Poe, and many others toast each other for all eternity. There’s a lot of “Tolja so!”, but it’s allowed, and no one ever gets annoyed. A heavenly bell rings every time their names are spoken or written, and it’s like windchimes in a hurricane.
The palace for those who are still unknown, whom we may never know, is even lovelier.
