The Joy!

Friday 4:25 p.m.
The joy was bursting out of me this morning. Oh, ra bliss, ra bliss, ra bliss! On the train back from Bellshill ... wonderful things are happening at the moment with the bliss, Jack. Such openings and blissings increasing and increasing!

If I die soon, I can have no complaints. I was born the best time and place in human history to be born and I've had a wonderful life. And almost no regrets at all, Jack. I just hope when I'm given the black spot, it doesn't take long. Long enough to get into a lotus position and take one huge, deep breath.

Then I'm standing at the pearly gates. There's been nothing but flatheid after flatheid all day, so St Peter is very pleased to see me.
What did you think of the bliss, Hotboy?
It was totally fantastically wonderful!
How about the getting out of your face on air?
What can I say, Peter? Thank God for making me a human being! Um, what's next then?
You've done quite well really. Now, you go to the formless zone where there are no lying basturn thoughts forming, no mobile phones or microwave ovens, and you abide in ecstasy.
Hurrah!
Unfortunately, that won't last forever.
Buggeration!
I'm afraid some things have told against you like being rotten to the flatheids, smoking and drinking and lusting, I must say rather ineffectually, after women.
What happens when I come out of the formless zone?
You have to go back to Earth.
Fung, damn and basturns!
It's not all that bad. By the time you have to return, capitalism will have collapsed completely, the global warming will have led to nuclear wars, and the reign of the flatheided monkey people has come to an end just like that of the dinosaurs before them.
Did any people survive?
Only those fortunate few who could do the bliss, keep warm in the cold, and live off nettle soup made it through the nuclear winter, Hotboy.
And what are they like?
Their descendants are all clairvoyant and telepathic, masters of the three times and the ten directions. And the women are all gorgeous, show great enthusiasm, and don't complain about the mess.
Hurrah!

Why not, eh, Jack? Why not indeed, Hotboy? You just have to sit quietly doing nothing and the world is a total wonderment as it is. Oh, ra bliss, ra bliss, ra bliss!