Armer Quigley: leere Küsse, Luft schmeckt fade,
ewig mußt im Himmel du nun vegetieren.

Dear John,
I don't believe that a heaven is possible; that means, not even does heaven not exist, it could not exist. Therefor, the most horrible thing at all would be to be immortale. So I am rather glad that it seems as if we are not immortale. Poor Quigley, if he really became immortale; but there are some doubts. For example, some planes fly higher than the clouds: shouldn't the pilots or passengers of these planes have seen some Sylphides, if there are any? And what if the sun becomes a red giant in some hundred million years and consumes the earth? Wouldn't that affect the Sylphides also? You see, I doubt wether Sylphides exist, and also that Quigley became immortal. All we really know is that he once started with a ballon, that he disappeared, that he returned laughing, but not answering, and that he disappeared again. Everything else is just speculation.

Yours,
Sofia