It's not that far.

(please reblog for a larger sample size)

'Like the Blessed Virgin Mary in the Catholic church. She stared at the sparkling silver threads that seemed to move out from the figure in all directions, threads made out of some kind of dancing light. And as she moved higher, she saw that the silver threads stretched out, tangling with other threads, to make a giant net all over the whole world. All through the net were Dead guys, caught, like helpless flies in a web. Tiny pinpoints of light, pulsing, and connected to the white figure, and almost beautiful, the sight of it, except it was so sad. Oh, poor souls of all the Dead guys locked in indestructible matter unable to grow old or die. But she was free. The net was way far away from her now. She was seeing so many things.' - Queen of the Damned, Part I Chapter 2 "The Short Happy Life of Baby Jenks and the Fang Gang" by Anne Rice