The Soul Ship

Astronomers tell us of  distant stars, all of them like our sun, eight light years away from earth. And there are other stars, even more distant. Our sun has planets, and our planets have moons; so in much the same way as our oceans have islands, might not life exist on other planets or some of these moons?
Men dream of being shipwrecked on a sun drenched pacific island, and then rescuing a lovely lady from shark infested waters, who, in their minds, will be a fantastic lover; and 'head cook and bottle washer'.;plus other attributes
.Unlike any ladiy of our civilization, who after centuries of tolerance still awaits recognition of equality to males; this 'rescue female' will be so grateful, that with a smile on her face,she will accept her status.as defined by earthly man. A Battersea dog's home bitch, who'se grateful, and wags her tail!?
To such planets in the universe, do men's souls travel, it is their 'Heaven'.
But, may we ask, where is the destination for the soul of a woman?
It seems to me, that religious doctrines and practices, written exclusively by men, have never considered what is 'Heaven' to women.
A vacuum cleaner, a washing machine, and a dish washer perhaps; for which they must give tearful and deeply emotional thanks to God?.
The 'men' who fulfilled God's promise on earth, as defined by their earthly manipulators [priests],are promised many virgins in 'Heaven''. Have the prophets done their maths??
My arithmetic and understanding of the profit motive, sees this as a 'Heaven sent' opportunity for celestial doctors, who can now 'charge the earth' for hymen replacement. This will be huge compensation for suffering the inconvenience of patients who were unable to fall ill between the hours of 9.00 - 5 PM.
Let us queue at the corn circles for our 'soul ship', programmed by an intelligence beyond the computers of any silicon valley, and with our thoughts - our soul- bundled up in something we call our mind; leave our bodies and this earth behind. Then let some universal intelligence, recognize us as seeds, who willingly give permission to be sewn on any planet suited to us.
Blessings and Blossoms
Archpip