everyone wants a particular kind of heaven to live on. their own personal vision of truth and comfort that should make a happy place for everyone. it must be lonely there in the ethereal.
but faith is a funny thing to try to hold on to. it slips in and leaves you blind. falling in love, infatuation, that passion takes your breath away. if it is love, undeniable, inescapable, all consuming then it must be true. recovery is not supposed to be divine.
this life is the price of admission then. struggle against a different lord, fight angels not your own. an individual others peace will always be foreign. one true heaven, is recognition of within; millions of single souls connected only by acceptance. isn’t every resignation a new beginning, in the end?
then out of angel cries i hear the voice of god. “i am in you through you through them you are me”. unless heaven is to be alone there is no choice but tolerance. no heaven but understanding.