“I was standing on the Necropolis, looking down over the city;and the cold blue autumn sky broke open over my head;I saw Glasgow, the holy city, coming down out of heaven;shining like a rare jewel, sparkling like clear water in the eye of the sun;and all the sickness was gone from the city,and there were no more suburbs or schemes;no difference between Bearsden and Drumchapel.I saw the Clyde running with the water of life;as bright as crystal,as clear as glass,the children of Glasgow swimming in it.And the Spirit showed me the tree of lifegrowing on Glasgow Green.I looked out, and there were no more homeless people,no women working the streets,no more junkies up the closes,no more rapists,no more stabbings,no more IRA graffiti; no more Orange marches...