What Heaven is like need not be described as a place, but wherever goodness is transformed to actual deed, (not in attending conventional meetings, or by being what is termed a religious person,) and wherever the execution of a noble thought takes place for another mortal's welfare, that is the vicinity of heaven.
Existing everywhere as an eternity, this ideal Gift of the Omnipotent Artist awaits all mortals who follow the practice of entertaining as monitors His beneficent laws of ethereal and inviolable Love and Truth, and faithfully translate their impulses into actions.
Truth transforms the motives and actions of mortals in such concord of spirit that, whatever happens from its influence, leaves no jar whatever on the conscience; it does not mean the base suspicion frequently used like a searchlight—as the hypothesis for Truth—in an envious and unscrupulous manner, both upon the strong and impregnable and upon the weak and pitiful. On the contrary, Truth is the prototype of benignity and has no depth, but it is as high as God is good.
Love is the exercise of the intuition of Truth, and is in all mortals for the purpose of revealing the worthiness and noblest attributes of their fellows with whom they come in contact, thus bringing into relief the eternal and immortal parts of their characters—the sublime in man and the beautiful in woman.
Love, like Truth, has a spurious and englamoured counterpart—which, however, is a fatal mirage, will-o'-the-wisp, and a human pitfall. This counterpart is selfish infatuation, and is possessed by a world faithless of benign divinity. These deny that the true Heaven exists—but blindly seek to enter its portals—for they seize every wanton pleasure and fondly imagine they are in the right track for being happy. Thus, they inconsistently believe in a blind chance and their infidel selves, and eventually sink into a mortal discord of despair.
By avoiding selfish temptations, and by selecting the genuine Truth and the genuine Love, mortals suddenly discover the beneficence of God and what Heaven is like, for wherever Truth and Love dominate the motives of mortals they form a blend of harmonic melody, and notwithstanding the apparent silence, its enchantment penetrates everywhere, its whispering music sets up a medium between God and man, and the Spirit of God—the diadem of life—descends in the form of ineffable felicity.
Although unseen by mortal eyes it is not the less enjoyed, nor confined to palaces, nor to luxury, but encrowns the hearts of men and women—even when, by circumstances, they live in the lowliest huts.
Thus Felicity is Heaven—no matter where situated—and, like God, is illimitable and lives forever! Although invisible, the law of Truth and Love acts upon the countenances of mortals who select to be controlled by it, and the effect is visible nobleness in men, molded into approximate shape, with a resemblance to the beauty of Immortals and with a faint reflection of "What Heaven is Like."