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I heard one time or read somewhere how someone without compassion won’t get into heaven.  Something like Heaven is reserved for the compassionate.  Well, I probably won’t be going to Heaven.  I realized that I didn’t feel much of any thing.  It’s not like I felt empty or inhuman.  It was more like I felt out of place.  Out of place or in my place, it doesn’t matter.  I guess the question is why am I really there.  Obligation?  Who am I obligated to?  It can’t be that.  I may be can’t be that…  Not sure about a lot of things.

People have different worlds.  Like I said earlier, two worlds and all.  Anyway, when I’m there, I’m there.  Just a while longer.  Not for me, but for them.