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I asked, “Have you been to heaven, Ketut?”
He smiled. Of course he had been there, he said. Easy to go to heaven.
“What is it like?”
“Beautiful. Everything beautiful is there. Every person beautiful is there. Everything beautiful to eat is there. Everything is love there. Heaven is love.”

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I asked, “You have been to hell, Ketut?”
He smiled. Of course he has been there.
“What is it like in hell?”
“Same like heaven.” he said. 

He saw my confusion and tried to explain. “Universe is a circle, Liss.”
I still was not sure I understood.
He said, “To up, to down, all the same, at end.”

I remembered an old Christian old mystic notion: As above, so below. I asked, “Then how can you tell the difference between heaven and hell?”
“Because of how you go. Heaven, you go up, through seven happy places. Hell, you go down, through seven sad places. This is why it better for you to go up, Liss.” He laughed.
I asked, “You mean, you might as well spending your life going upwards, through the happy places, since heaven and hell—the destinations—are the same thing anyway?”
“Same-same,” he said. “Same in the end, so better be happy on journey.”
I said, “So, if heaven is love, then hell is...”
“Love, too,” he said. 
I sat with that one for a while, trying to make the math work.
Ketut laughed again, slapped my knee affectionately with his hand. 
“Always so difficult for young person to understand this!”