/lit/ - Literature

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Heaven is not nothing. Nothing is the infinite which births the finite which is being. The way I say it is being partakes of heaven and hell in a constant interplay. When you are having breakfast at a nice cafe with friends laughing over fond memories, cups brimming with coffee and a cheery glow about the faces around you, you are partaking in heaven to some extent. When you are lost and desolate and full of remorse, hell is creeping into your life. Heaven and hell are not special mystical places, they are as real as anything else. They are ways of describing aspects of being. Alan Watts has a good lecture about this, the idea that places often conceived of as being special realms separate from ordinary life are in fact just representations of the way life can manifest.