Gravity did not apply to me anymore. Tingles of excitement and joy poured from my head and down my back. I had to hug someone. Anyone. WE HAVE A POPE! I shouted! Soon, even words escaped me. “AAAAAAH!!!!!” I yelled. My face became a perpetual smile, my eyes unblinking, my soul joyously celebrating this new life—this life of a new pope. I had, in the past weeks, experienced the passion and death of John Paul. With his funeral, I began to see a resurrection. Now, it was complete. Truly, this was Easter again.