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I'd have to die and go there to tell you with all of myself that there's a Heaven. On the other hand, there is a Hell. You make it yourself.

Yet, if you can make your own Hell to mourn your short-comings and suffer your decisions, you must be able to make your own Heaven, to celebrate your joys and offer praise. No?

If Heaven is perfect, and we aren't, then we cannot make our own Heaven. But if Hell is the opposite of Heaven, then it doesn't make sense that we can accomplish that, either.

So, what was all that I thought was Hell? I suppose, my fleeting goodness. As long as that tether stays intact, doesn't break or tear away from you or you from it, it can always return. So do the Cons of your Self.

When the ball goes one way around a pole, we hug ourselves in goodness. The other way, we suffocate in evil. Ahhhh, let's unwrap this game and let it sit still as a pendant.

Buddha, or Jesus, or Muhammad (metaphorically, as there are to be no images of Muhammad)(but metaphors are imagery... anyway), or a Star of David, hang in perfect balance from your neck upon your chest. If we are not affected by our ideas of the negative, nor our ideas of the positive, we accept everything with spiritual serenity. This is Brahman.