She stretched out on a free patch of grass on Monmartre's hill, and pondered upon the ink blue bleeding sky. She considered what happens after life dies, and saw it all layed out like a constellation.
The universe is energy, the denser and more unchanging the phenomena, the frequency of its energy vibrates at slower wavelengths. She thought, if everything is just energy on some level then when we die, that energy of our essence, or life force, starts moving infinitely faster and returns to the infinite energy field, or the source, or the god essence, that underlies all that exists. Here, we are all and nothing like white and black mixed together creating a kaleidoscopic rainbow that pulses, and we feel united and pure bliss as if we were god, amidst a united infinity of gods. Then we are wherever we want to be as we are able to create any possibility.