Closer and closer I was drawn to the gates of Heaven.
And those lights were getting from bright to blinding and
the singings of the angles grew from loud to deafening.
Until suddenly, mere meters from the everlasting salvation,
the old Chinese man materialized in front of me again and
offered two new ointments to me.
A blue one and a red one.
"Oh God, Thou granted the freedom of choice to Thy people!
Let this soul take its last decision!"