“We are Forerunners. Guardians of all that exists. The roots of the Galaxy have grown deep under our careful tending. Where there is life, the wisdom of our countless generations has saturated the soil. Our strength is a luminous sun, towards which all intelligence blossoms… And the impervious shelter, beneath which it has prospered.”
A rock drummer and avid RUSH fan (that’s kind of redundant, by the way) dies and goes to Heaven. He is met at the gates by St. Peter, who proceeds to show him around the place. It’s all very nice and enjoyable, but then the drummer hears something that he could swear sounds exactly like a RUSH song’s drum track.
Aghast, he turns to St. Peter and asks him, “Don’t tell me Neil Peart’s dead?!?!”
St. Peter merely smiles and says, “No, that’s God, practicing on the drums. He wishes He could play like Neil Peart!”
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