... he came close to a disco, and he could hear the music:
Show me show me show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream ...
He listened to the song, and Albert, who, lucky for him, never claimed to be particularily quick, remembered the last line of the song:
Just like heaven.
*Like* heaven??! Maybe there is no heaven -- but there are things *like* heaven??
Here, his analytical brain, set to think in proper inter-relations relations of juxtaposed experiences [sorry, couldn't resist], thought thus:
*Like* heaven. *Like* something. Not that very thing, but *like* that thing. Maybe this is where the clue was. For when we think, what we have in our mind is not the very thing we are thinking about (just think: if you think of a pink elephant, you do not actually have a pink elephant in your head). What wehave in our mind is an image of the thing we are thinking about, and images are *like* the original thing, but aren't the original thing.
Here it struck Albert: What if this, what I am experiencing right now is yet another image in my head? What if I am not dead?! But how do I get out of this state?
And then, all of a sudden ...