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