“… and in that line now was a whiskered old man, with a linen cap and a crooked nose, who waited in place called the Stardust Band Shell to share his part of the secret of heaven: that each affects the other and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.”

true, nobody knows the exact truth as to what awaits us on the other world as no one died and resurrected to tell all about it. this book, as the author said, is his own personal concept of what heaven must be like. i never thought about heaven that way but now that i think about it, i realize that i don’t have any fixed concept of my own about heaven but i have one of hell.

indeed, we are all connected one way or another. we damage and heal each other’s lives without being aware of it. and every action we take would always have an impact on someone else, even if it’s just an act of careless stupidity. especially if it’s an act of careless stupidity. everything happens for a reason. the reasons may not always come loud and clear but in due time, they will.

i just wish that dogs would also go to heaven. i wanna see george and slash there. if i’m going up, that is. for now, i’ll selfishly enjoy my little heaven right here on earth just in case things don’t go as planned and i’ll be dining with ramrodz in hell. yeah, together with the 300 hot spartans. and ozzy osbourne too, of course.