Contrary to some of my former ideas I saw that the inhabitants of Heaven are not all of one sex.  The male and female are clearly distinguishable, and they bear relations one to another still more refined than was manifest in the Millennial World.

The most holy affinity exists between the several types of intelligences.  Here the glorious fires of love burn never to reach a climax.  Lovers have been drinking from perennial fountains for a million years, and their ecstacies are rising still.  Pure love is as endless and infinite as time and space, and its mystery is deep to these shining throngs of Heaven who look into one another’s faces with untrammeled emotions.  Think of falling in love with the inhabitants of other worlds and of having the capacity and right to foster a thousand or more types of affinity, each one differing from the others!

These relations are so highly refined and so gloriously developed that one must not think of reducing them by comparison to the level of the flesh life.

STRUCTURAL ASPECTS OF HEAVEN.

I would not attempt to describe the structural glory of Heaven, for I know not where nor how to begin.  Seemingly all things are transparent even to the center of vast orbs.  Magnificent cities apparently lie suspended far under the indefinite surface of the orbs composing Heaven, and free passage ways of phantastical design ramify throughout all the glorious under-surface regions.

Architectural greatness here finds its unmatched examples.  Seven-mile diamond arches are common-places, and towers of two thousand miles in height and one thousand miles in diameter, as the corner stone of a city, are nothing unusual, although many cities are built on a smaller plan.  Nothing needs repairing, and nothing is mortgaged.  The wealth of unnumbered trillions is easily represented in one orb of Heaven’s empire.

I now saw a thousand-fold more clearly than ever before the absolute folly of fixing our affections on the perishing things of the mortal life in our dark and dusty world.

While my eyes were still feasting on the sublime picture before me I began to realize that my privilege would be of short duration, as the vision was fast waning.  I looked intently until the last curtain fell, and reluctantly I continued my journey toward my own little world.  I now felt that, if the whole Earth were my own property, I would gladly push it all aside if I could be a mere door keeper in one of the heavenly cities of my God.

And very often since that time I have cast my longing eyes skyward, hoping to catch another glimpse of that fair scene.

    How I long for that restful picture,
      A vision of Heaven, once more;
    With its trillion orbs of beauty,
      And its wealth of endless store.

    There are saints from unnumbered planets,
      Where they lived in a million ways. 
    Now they mingle in perfect glory,
      Through the length of eternal days.