There is a very special feeling to the AfterWorld. It's very faint, but it's always there--behind all the forms, lights and colors around you.
It's hard to put a finger on it and not everyone can dig it.
Some people among those who can feel it don't appreciate it much, because...
It's the pure existential sadness.
It's like somewhere deep down there's this painful memory of the Paradise we've lost, mixed with the ancient Byzantine belief that all our attempts to (re)create the Paradise on Earth are ultimately destined to fail.
The only option left is to admit this bitter truth and try to face it with courage and dignity.
