Yeah, I do. I've been there. Sort of. I mean, I died. Not long. Just for a moment. But when I drowned, I heard God's Voice. Before that, I didn't believe in God. Not in a deity that gave a damn. He abandoned us. For 15 years he let pain and death and suffering into the world. But He's back now. I know He's there. Because I've heard His Voice. I know He exists. I know He cares. Just like I know now, without a doubt, that when I die? He'll be there, too. He'll see my face and hear my voice. And, I hope, welcome me.