Even thinking about an expansion of one's senses is pleasant, and in some cases might suggest a heaven on earth. I wonder if life isn't a subtraction, a withdrawal from ourselves, of our true nature, of the simple ability to recognize what has always been around us the whole time? An explosive potential. Could heaven just be being normal, the way we were designed to be and understand, without or beyond the stunning shock of the transition? All the energy released at once? Perhaps God is not a destination but a conduit?
Or is that hell? How many brains or souls would that transition fry? Maybe we all become gibbering morons at the feet of God.
Thousands of generations have had fun with this, by the way. I'm not trying to offend.