Having visited my stash, and thought about the above statement, I've come to the conclusion that the term heaven might need to be redefined. Heaven: The place where the Devine resides and where MRE'S always taste good and never expire. Of course there are those of you who would vehemently disagree, believing that the mere fact that MRE'S were on the menu would be sufficient proof that one was in Hell or in close proximity there of. Those of you who are of this persuasion must remember the dichotomous nature of the definition put forth, "The place where the Devine dwells" is conjoined by the conjunction, "and", and thus the two can not be separated. Anyone knowlegeable of the realms of the devine, know that like the greeks of old "ambrosia' was the food of the god's and to the "TRUE" survivalist, MRE'S are the true food of the devine "ONE." As to those of you who say there is no Devine anything, well you'll just have to be content with existing in a non existant place forever eating MRE'S, swimming in ever expanding swimming pool filled with Tabasco Sauce with the MRE heaters shoved up you butts.
Disclaimer: This is not ment to degrade or demean anyone or their belief system, but rather the mental meanderings of a semi- insane retired gunsmith who is hand cuffed to a pine tree in the back yard and is fed MRE'S with a sling shot by his daughter in law. Ooop's Got to go, it's chow time. I gotsta hide this here computer machine and cover it so the spillage doesn't foul the key board.