Karl Dasher has seen mystic ghosts bleeding in the Palace of the Lord, money pouring from their mouths, tears, ectoplasm, guts, a fever of coins floating above, with flashing credit cards, and fixed income, and Schroders, and SEI Investments, and the desert so far away in a dream he can't touch.
O Karl Dasher, I know what you've seen, and I've felt your pain. We all have. Salvation is waiting for you. But you must believe. You must have faith. Big Herb is waiting for you. This sweet lord waits for you on the astral plane. O Karl, you must go running to him. Run in your dreams. In your subconscious! In the coldness and the loneliness of your endless night!