I used to think I had to chase heaven. Like the elusive mechanical rabbit chased by trained greyhound, the promised reward seemingly fell into non-existence, leaving me gravely disappointed and wondering the purpose in “heaven training”. Is it control, simply a bribe for “good” behavior? A threat thwarting “bad” behavior? A dream? A nightmare? Heaven, “they” say, is a place where only the “really good people go” far off in a mystical wonderland, and I noticed sometimes “really good people” very often act really badly. I want not to be in that mystical wonderland of delusional illusion. So, I stopped chasing heaven. Instead, I started being in heaven and came to know it is everywhere and anywhere and all things I am.