Oh it's you again, I said to myself. At work, at home, out in the world, I get a bit sick of hearing my tired old voice. I want a new friend in my head. Sometimes I can get a little bored with myself, and then I start to think about an eternity of this, and that voice yapping in my head. Banging on about world problems, with no new insights, no new views, no new nothing. And it's always about "Me" isn't it. Sometimes I'd like another real point of view. Not from the outside. From somewhere within. Hell would be an eternity hanging out with me. So what could heaven be?
At least in Hell you have hope.
