TIME

What is time, but a bend in the stuff of the cosmos that gives us the solace of a transilient outline that we call us.

God is both Adam and Eve and the human race is the direct result of an incestuous dream involving those two culprits — i.e. Maya, the comforting illusion that we are not alone, when deep down, we know that we are. As long as we are adult enough to admit that it is all an illusion, we have the freedom to make it as pretty as can be.

In other words, there is no need to worry. Heaven is inevitable, providing our own thoughts make it so.