I am currently immersed in the art of writing a master fantasy story as never seen or read before. It centres on a fantasy of a poor rural dweller who was born and immersed with poverty. But her intuition has questioned the existence of God who, as her religious belief teaches, is sovereign, ruler and owner of all. Yet in his majesty, His subjects (humans) wallow in war, poverty, deprivation and needs. She struggles to reconcile her religious beliefs with the existential realities of deprivation, war, famine, hatred, etc. So she decided to fly to heaven through her dreams. And thus she flew to the heavens with the assistance of a beloved imaginary angel who had been consoler and guardian in all her earthly travail. And she met God indeed!