“You have not a heaven for me, why give me a life of hell?”

Last night, those words just came out of my mouth for no apparent reason. And I, somehow, just kept repeating them. And the visual floating in my eyes was of God separated by a wall of smoke and splinters, below which lay hell. And I felt warm for some strange reason. I guess what they say is true - There is no heaven or hell. A man sees it all right here, in this world, in this life.

I wasn’t under the influence of any drug or alcohol or any other such substance. Perhaps stress has it’s own set of semi-hallucinogenic side effects.