A Conversation Between Angels CXXXI

“Dave what are you drawing?”

“Nothing. I can’t. I can’t get any color to come out of this thing.”

“It’s just a pencil.”

“But it wouldn’t matter, everything here is white. When I was on Earth paradise was all lush color, and this paradise is all white.”

“Yeah but Dave the beauty is in all the purity, it glows.”

“Yeah, yeah but it doesn’t replace the other thing I thought about paradise.”

“What’s that?”