I like your version, parks, trees, rivers and flying. But, I'd add animals. Lions and bears and birds and otters etc., all friendly and cuddly, and dogs. Lots and lots of dogs. In fact, God is a dog.

My answer to that question seems so fucking simple; sometimes I get a little bit broken up about it, and I have to make vicious jokes or something to defray a depressive mope;

Nightly fires, community, shared relevance, natural spaces and terrains, the freedom to be scary and intense, value to those around me. In some way, my heaven contains a lot of danger, because at the core of me is a will and urge to defend people. Love is heaven.

A percentage of the people around me being skilled musicians (even a little bit) would be good, good. I miss that. NYC and SF sucked all the good musicians up (or left behind the 'genre' people that are good but just way outside of gamut (I'm just not a hip hop entity (non-ironically anyway))).

It would be nice for hard work to result in things that were lasting and meaningful. I don't need salvation from death or even pain - I just want those realities to have some meaning - like; I want the fact of death and the experience of pain to be something more to me than a rain of banal horror that only underscores an essential *uselessness* to the human species. Heaven wouldn't even need us to "live up to our potential" - but only to *acknowledge* what the mean outcome of our striving for it could be like: we could better the planet each generation. It wouldn't be *that*hard.

A simple life seems out of reach.