One morning as I tried to read a book during my long commute to work the guy sitting next to me, a slight acquaintance, kept interrupting, trying to strike up a conversation. Finally I said to him, "Alex, when you and I die the Devil is going to lock us in a room together. I'm going to try to read and you're going to try to talk. It's going to be Hell for both of us." Heaven would be the absence of interruptions.
Isaac Asimov had a similar take on it. He said that for him Heaven would be a room with a typewriter and an endless supply of writing paper so that he could continue writing. Hell would result from not being able to write.
Means hell is being not able to what one likes the most, even though having the pleasure right at the hand? Hmm. This just reminded me about that to some dancing will bring us straight to hell, but if we like dancing will that not be heaven?
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at January 12, 2017 11:08 PM MST
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