To your right, reflecting off an astroid, is a flickering image. It's a man. He's talking about what he believed helped him live through a terrible experience when others around him were dying every day. He says he never gave up hope. He knew eventually the ordeal would end, and he focused his mind forward to that beautiful day.

Watching him is a small female figure who wrote about her experience in a poignant diary. In her open, innocent voice, she chronicled what was happening around her. And despite the horrors she witnessed, she wrote, "I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart."

Now another image catches your attention. It's a city. Something terrible happened there. You hear a female voice, but it does not lament its owner's misfortune or rail against her attackers. Instead it offers you her Haiku in which she says ever since the bomb took away her house, she has a much better view of the moon.

You shift your focus to a star above you and see the one person who taught the modern world about selfless humility. She is dressed in white. Many people have honored her. What was most extraordinary about her was how she loved the poor and sick, and even now I like to think she watches over them. Where many of us would cringe before even touching the people she helped, she lavished hugs and kisses on them, with no fear for herself of contagion, with no reaction at all to any odors or deformities. She worried about the focus on materialism in the United States.

She left us this bit of advice:

You hear something unexpected: laughter. You are relieved that the cosmos has a sense of humor. You move toward the sound and recognize a man whose gentle comedy and sweet nature are still bringing us many laughs and pleasant memories. More about him is here.

Laughing along with him is a little boy seated in a wheelchair. He writes poetry and believes his purpose in life is to help others understand and "live" peace. Rest in peace, Mattie.

Who else would you wish to see here? Please .