that's hell

I've never found heaven, for example, a particularly interesting place to go. 

In fact, I take the view that God, in his infinite wisdom, 

didn't bother to spring for two joints-heaven and hell. 

They're the same place, 

but heaven is when you get everything you want 

and you meet Mummy and Daddy and your best friends 

and you all have a hug and a kiss and play your harps. 

Hell is the same place-no fire and brimstone-but they just all pass by 

and don't see you. 

There's nothing, no recognition.

 You're waving, "It's me, your father," but you're invisible. 

You're on a cloud, you've got your harp, but you can't play with nobody

 because they don't see you. 

That's hell.

Keith Richards

'Life'

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