Now That's A Novel Title
an excerpt

Heaven and hell are no different. Bliss and misery walk hand in hand and talk foot in mouth without perspiring. No guns aimed across camps; the still light of peace imbibing.

The reborn soul is built from three parts; the original soul, the soul of the three most admired, and the soul of the three most despised. In all cases of course, only the 'good' in each is retained; this lays the groundwork for next growth. All genetic quirks, however, both natured and nurtured, are preserved, and also serve to influence the soul; the rest being left to that most quaint of constraints; the hour glass.

This soul-merge algorithm was ratified by the elders of Babel-Gum on a day without date, in a meeting without minutes, around a rational-pi-shaped table.

The meeting room, also being super-circular, was tracked; the table grooved to fit; the two paired; the meeting spun. All attendees wore musical devices that encouraged foot tapping. The soles of their feet tapped the moving floor; marks were left. At meetings end, patterns were analyzed, patents were pended; copyrights were fringed; bank balances were interested. Here, the creative was constantly put through her paces. There was no rest for the fickle muse.