To where the damned have howled away their hearts, And where the blessed dance...

There are worlds, access to which we are no longer allowed. Worlds just inches from us, as we stand in our own world. Invisible, they contain not only the present, but the past, and some say, the future as well. Other generations of other ages apparently have been able to see into them: ancient shamans: some mystics in our age have; suffering saints, because of their strict aestheticism, have God's permission to go there; sometimes poets, who often suffer as much as saints, can peer into them as well. But we, convinced by those in our world that other worlds do not exist, have then convinced ourselves otherwise. And prison-pent we suffer the most exquisite torture of wondering...... Page 10 of Mr. Mark Nesbitt's book