Trying to imagine purgatory.

The soul doesn't die.
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I've been trying to imagine purgatory these past few days.  Last night while trying to sleep, without intending to do so, I visualized a huge tunnel, the entrance of which appeared in a landscape, murky and dimly lit, revealing bare, broken trees and fallen monuments as in a cemetery that had been vandalized.  Light seemed to break through what seemed to be a dense fog, only to illuminate figures wandering about, as if floating in mid air,  only to dissipate into nothingness as clouds so often do in the winter sky.  The light that shone was cold and steely, causing the shadows to be more more grey to blue than black.  Some figures became more illumined and therefore distinguishable as they neared the great light at the end of the tunnel, where they were soon absorbed by that light.  Faces suddenly appeared very close to my own, apparently - albeit inaudibly - discussing the tunnel and those souls who left the darkness.
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It occurred to me, as if the concept was a new realization, that when we die, nothing earthly remains with us, rendering us unidentifiable to one another in the same way we experienced on earth.  I'm speaking here principally of our outward status and position, high or low.  For instance, amongst those I imagined, one could have been a king, a celebrity, or a prominent man on earth, yet he was indistinguishable from the poor man, the failure man, the ne'er do well, who may have been standing right next to him.  In other words, human respect and esteem, along with the concerns these generate, did not exist there.  It was no longer possible for the soul to to envy or feel jealousy, just as it was no longer possible for the soul to feel superior to any other. 
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I know we are taught similar things - but I think it is good to meditate them - frequently.
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Art: Hieronymous Bosch