THE OTHER SIDE (She Gets All Philosophical)

After we reach a certain age in life, we wonder about our eventual (or not so eventual) disposition.  I tend to step "out of the box" so often that I entirely disappear on occasion, invisible and silent - like someone dead.  Now that I have lifted spirits with that blissful imagery, I must assert that my brain doesn't have a parking space for the concept of 'beginning."  While I began at conception, I was also present in the two cells that merged to make me.  By logical thinking, the potential "me" resided in many living cells before my time.  Pull that perspective back to all of humanity, and we are collectively carriers of all humans who have ever been and who will ever be.  So why are we so hateful to each other?

A Picture of Me Lost in the Big Blue Sky Realm

If beginnings are unfathomable, then endings are equally confounding.  To die, to end, to be extinguished in a flash of violence, or an eternity of diseased agony, seems a harsh price for the so-called beginning we experience and our mostly uneventful lives of varying length.  So, what of Heaven? 

When as a child I asked adults about the particulars of heaven, they featured a morosely insipid place where we had beautiful new bodies, sang hymns (on key unlike church), and praised God endlessly.  No trouble, no evil, no pain, no hunger, just low-key merriment in moderation (I concluded).  That might be fine and a preferable alternative to Hell, the infinite damnation and suffering place.  No pretty, no happy, no food, just Medieval torture.

A Picture of Me Lost in the Beauty of Sunrise Realm

Really?  Those are the options?  Then I choose the "no pain, no trouble" place, I guess.  The "it feels so good when it stops hurting" reasoning applies.  More importantly, looking forward to afterlife is waiting for something vaguely veiled in fog, while life (the ultimate gift) spills out of our container and true Heaven, ours to make, evaporates.  LIVE!

A Picture of Me Lost in Big Red Wild Trumpets