A Piece of Heaven?

Sitting here by the pool at 10am, stoned and listening to Mary J. Blige and waiting for my body to slowly reach a temperature of 102 degrees feels like paradise at the moment. Apparently at some magic temperature, the voice of Ms. Blige goes from impressive to other-worldly (I'm not sure if it's the heat or the activity of the molecules around my head...or are they same thing?). Have I unlocked the mystery? Like our planet Earth, I'm the one holding the lucky lottery ticket of probabilities, all factors having to randomly assemble for one. If so, I'll have to write a book. Then again, why would I forsake this plateau of joy only to share it with others? I'm not Jesus, just a guy with apparently better luck than I thought.