Dec 1

go to heaven 8-D

in truth, heaven isn't a place we go. it's what we are when we stop trying to get anywhere. when we cease identifying as anything or anyone, and become unified with all. for if hell is a state of mind, then heaven is a state of no mind.

how can one describe even a taste of heaven? an ever-flowing river of milk and honey... the scent of dancing peppermints, the jingling of interdimensional sleighbells. yes, it is most delicious, as fresh and magical and potent and beautifantastic as one imagines. it is crystalline geometry, poetry in motion, true love at its finest.

heaven, indeed, is boundless. go to heaven, my dear.

may scorsby with you always,
general scorsby