"Seven to eleven is a huge chunk of life, full of dulling and forgetting. It is fabled that we slowly lose the gift of speech with animals, that birds no longer visit our windowsills to converse. As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armor themselves against wonder." - Leonard Cohen
Life is funny like that. Humans are some adaptable motherfuckers. One of the reasons I still have hope in my species is our ability to adapt and grow accustomed and move on. But, if there is a heaven or hell…I imagine it HAS to be something so far beyond human perception, because anything inside of the human paradox can get old.