An Elder woman had a dream. In the dream, she asked Creator, “What are
heaven and hell like. I would like to see them.”
So Creator led the Elder to two doors. Spirit opened one of the doors
and the Elder looked in. In the room was a large flat stone. In the
middle of the stone was a large pot of stew which smelled delicious
and made the Grandmother's mouth water. The people sitting around the
stone were thin and sickly. They were famished.
Each one held a spoon with a very long handle strapped to their arm
and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a
spoonful, but because the handle was longer than their arm, they could
not get the spoons back into their mouth.
The Elder shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering. “This
must be hell,” said the Elder.
At the next room Spirit again opened the door. It was exactly the same
as the first one. There was the large flat stone with the large pot of
stew which made the Grandmother’s mouth water. The people were
equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were
well nourished; laughing and talking.
“I don’t understand,” said the Elder.
Replied Tunkasila, “It requires but one skill. They have learned to
feed each other.”