[ WP ] Your first question upon arriving in the afterlife is , `` what do people do here ? '' An elder member describes the phases that people go though once they arrive and warns you about the last one .

`` Do...'' 
 
 There was no indication of thought or confusion in regards to my question. It seemed as though the elderly specter paused just to give me enough time to figure it out on my own. His eyes looked jaded yet very much alive, like a flame that has known nothing other than burning. 
 
 `` What did you do when you walked amongst the elements?'' he asked, mouth barely twitching. 
 
 `` I... spent my life searching for meaning.'' I did n't want to answer incorrectly, I was still getting used to the prospect of being dead. 
 
 A faint smile cracked the man's lips, slowly crawling up his face. `` You spent.'' 
 
 I stared blankly at him, did he know how confused I was? 
 
 `` You see, the physical realm depends on this notion of spending. Energy must be spent to create the stars. Resources must be spent exploring them. Time must be spent to find meaning in them. The economics of the universe predicates on its finite existence.'' 
 
 His hands lifted from his sides only slightly at the mention of the universe, but he had moved so little since he first appeared that the gesture felt immensely powerful. 
 
 `` Gravity does n't *do* anything, gravity only *is*. It is the curse of the mortals to define what is with what it does, letting time be the God it so self-righteously announces itself in that realm. We here now can stand next to time, ignore gravity, and perhaps beat chance in a game of poker.'' 
 
 His smile now radiated pure bliss, and I felt home.
