For me, the possibility of my soul connecting with those of all my ancestors is infinitely tantalizing.  To be able to actually meet Erlembaldo (whether or not either of us is visible), talk with him (even if neither of us can make a sound that’s physically audible), and spend some time just, well, hanging out with him—and to be able do this forever, whenever we both have the time and inclination—that’s a hope that goes beyond my wildest imaginings of only a few years ago.
 
Better still, it wouldn’t be just him.  I’d be able to do the same with the likes of Roman Consul Gaius Aurelius Cotta…Germany’s Enlightenment publisher Johann Friedrich Cotta…and also the farm laborer Helmuth Jacob Winter, along with his (very likely sweet and lovely) wife, Christina.
 
For that matter, what would it be like to re-encounter my parents, with their earlier negative parts either washed away or healed, and now re-emerged with the ability to truly love, and be loved?

And how about all the other souls up there, or out there, or wherever they are?  To me, being among them sounds a bit like an even better version of the dog park I go to:  an environment whose inhabitants come from all walks of life, but are almost all nice people (as are the four-legged members of their families).

On top of all this, rather than just lolling around on a cloud attempting clumsily to play the harp (as depicted in countless cartoons), I’d find important, satisfying work to do:  helping and guiding people who need what I can give them.
 
Love and work:  I’d have what Sigmund Freud called the most important components of happiness.  That sure sounds like heaven to me.