Well, if this isn’t a treat! Real tombstones have begun to turn up out back in the little cemetery yard of the American Renaissance Church! YOU could hold a fantastically bold glass of rich red wine high into the air over your favorite author’s graves this Halloween under the massive full moon and toast to them and the wonder of their works and lives! For real! You could shout, “To a new world of gods and monsters!” This place is like nothing you’ve seen before.
"Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d, Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me, Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined, The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life? Answer. That you are here—that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse."
-Walt Whitman