They come to the pool as spokes on a wheel, as rays from the sun.  A mass of smiling faces to the center bobbing and screeching their amazement while on the extreme of the radius small and large beings stand, faces turned toward the source of all.  A harsh buzzer sounds and there are screams of horror, of delight, rush toward the hub to be, to have been.  Waves crash upon them with increasing determination and their response: to give and push forward once more.  If it were God (it may have been the sun), would they come screaming still?