I had a dream about this once. I couldn’t find my way home… …and then I realised I was dead.

Bastards! That what the followers of the White Christ are! Bastards! They eat their own God- eat his flesh and drink his blood! Abominable! They hate us and want us dead. Pray to the Gods to protect you- We have many Gods; they have only one.

The Nine Billion Names of God.

He began to sing, but gave it up after a while. This vast arena of mountains, gleaming like whitely hooded ghosts on every side, did not encourage such ebullience. Presently George glanced at his watch.

“Should be there in an hour,” he called back over his shoulder to Chuck. Then he added, in an afterthought: “Wonder if the computer’s finished its run. It was due about now.” Chuck didn’t reply, so George swung round in his saddle. He could just see Chuck’s face, a white oval turned toward the sky. “Look,” whispered Chuck, and George lifted his eyes to heaven. (There is always a last time for everything.)

Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out. (Arthur C. Clarke)