Heaven and the lost connections

All right, I'm done and in the heaven; suppose.

What do I have?

Some rivers of honey and milk beneath fruit trees.

I sit back on majestic throne while having besides as many virgins as I wish.

But where is my mother? where are my father and my brother?

where are my friends?

what about the network I used to live in on the earth?

what about the purposes and aims?

what will happen to my works and all the endeavors?

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