Without a net, I catch a falcon and release it to the sky, hunting God. This wine I drink today was never held in a clay jar. I love this world, even as I hear the great wind of leaving it rising, for there is a grainy taste I prefer to every idea of heaven: human friendship.
from Rumi The Glance, Translated by Coleman Barks
If this world was as good as it gets — no heaven or blessed afterlife — what would you change?