Imagine if multi-universe theory was real but heaven was combined so you just got to deal with a whole lot of versions of you from slightly different universes who like Metallica or die crashing into a school bus or vote for the Green Party.
always wanted to meet the version of me for whom cilantro doesn’t taste like soap.
Allies in the war on heaven, or bootlickers I can flip off while walking backwards into hell. Either way, it works out.
Decaf me meets caf me? That could be a sleep inducing conversation.
Hanging out in heaven with the version of me who chose the bucket hat when she started kindergarten. (Our lives are otherwise exactly identical)
A council of Richards. I'm reminded of Milton: "the mind is its own place and, in itself, can make a heaven of hell or a hell of heaven. " Take from that what you will.