The good news is that whilst all dogs go to Heaven, you’d be surprised how many pigs are waiting for you in Hell.
There is no Heaven to go to, because we’re in it already. We’re in hell, too. They coexist. Right beside each other. And God is the land.
Who wants to be in heaven, eh? Who wants to be in heaven when you can be sending men to f*****g hell?
There is a moment where your dreams and your memories merge together, and form a perfect world. That is Heaven. And each Heaven is unique. It is the world of you. The land is filled with all you hold dear and the sky is your imagination.
Getting high used to be like how you imagine heaven. Pure light. The perfection of it all. Even in me. Then I got lost. Kept trying to climb higher. Get closer to that light. Like an endless ladder where all you do is get further and further away.
Heaven may be a fantasy for the credulous and the afraid. But I can give you a map reference for hell.