The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one 
ends, and where the other begins?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.