People? People Have Been Obsolete For Years,

What Will Happen When My Heart Stops Beating?" Momo Asked. When That Moment Comes," Said The Professor, "time Will Stop For You As Well. Or Rather, You Will Retrace Your Steps Through Time, Through All The Days And Nights, Myths And Years Of Your Life, Until You Go Out Through The Great, Round, Silver Gate You Entered By." What Will I Find On The Other Side?" The Home Of The Music You've Sometimes Faintly Heard In The Distance, But By Then You'll Be Part Of It. You Yourself Will Be A Note In Its Mighty Harmonies.

He Wanted To Be Loved For Being Just What He Was. In This Community Of Yskalnari There Was Harmony, But No Love. He No Longer Wanted To Be The Greatest, Strongest Or Cleverest. He Had Left All That Far Behind. He Longed To Be Loved Just As He Was, Good Or Bad, Handsome Or Ugly, Clever Or Stupid, With All His Faults - Or Possibly Because Of Them. But What Was He Actually? He No Longer Knew. So Much Have Been Given To Him In Fantastica, And Now, Among All These Gifts And Powers, He Could No Longer Find Himself.

Calendars And Clocks Exist To Measure Time, But That Signifies Little Because We All Know That An Hour Can Seem As Eternity Or Pass In A Flash, According To How We Spend It.

Once Someone Dreams A Dream, It Can't Just Drop Out Of Existence. But If The Dreamer Can't Remember It, What Becomes Of It? It Lives On In Fantastica, Deep Under Earth. There Are Forgotten Dreams Stored In Many Layers. The Deeper One Digs, The Closer They Are. All Fantastica Rests On A Foundation Of Forgotten Dreams.

There Are Many Kinds Of Joy, But They All Lead To One: The Joy To Be Loved.