Where do we go after we die?

Seated amongst the white leaves, you now push your beautiful boat from the shore—you do not appear to guide the boat, but allow it to float where it will. You are soon mingling with many other boats if not just like your own, yet fully as beautiful. As these boats pass and repass you, the lovely angelic beings within them wave their white hands to you with sweetest smiles—your joy and happiness amount to ecstasy.