If you are dead, the dead savior commands you to rise and see. I know how Lazarus felt, because I've been commanded to rise and walk in the Blue World. Blue is bleak. Blue is beautiful. Der blaue Engel ist schrecklich. Put on your Van Gogh shades, and the harsh shadow behind you is the Blue Angel. We will walk together again, in this blue world.
I feel a poem coming on.