A bee-line made of letter-bodies of the dead appears. Each letter-body is a single gesture accidentally recorded during a long long life, the outward random scribbled sign of a single random ethical moment, which is now all that can be seen (in this visible dimension) from that lost soul. Other parts, in fact the entire life, are intact, but highly compressed, and kept elsewhere, in another dimension which isn't quite intuitive to people like you and me.     It was written by the dead.