Being on a plane deep into the night as the sky fills with turbulent clouds has me thinking about death and, more specifically, how people consider the afterlife. Recently my mother-in-law has come closer to Jesus. I think itis a thing older people do when they recognize they’ve topped the hill and are heading to the clearing at the end of the path. I think part of it is wanting to remain intact—memories and all. I suspect we all want to preserve some sense of self; some awareness of who we are or were. The construct of Heaven gives us that hope. It points us towards the possibility of what could be after we close our eyes that final time. Yet, I don’t know how many of even the most devout believe in this Heaven.
I’ve watched comics and anime and stories and movies all try to dissect this place. Even science occasionally takes a stab at locating the afterlife. Is there a place in the clouds? I don’t know. I don’t think so. I don’t think that death is the end of our energy either. I do feel that it is the death of the memories and the mortal forms we hold. Energy, allegedly, can neither be created nor destroyed. Therefore it—we—only change state. Billions struggle to understand what that means before the end. Heaven is just a good of structure as any, should the purpose be peace and ease into the transition. Yet in its present state it is both the treat and the stick driving us towards someone else’s structure of a modern society.
That to me is no Heaven. Mine has all you can eat chicken. And light sabers.
Some Thoughts:
- No Bonkers Headline. No internet. Heck, the closest I can get is remembering that I read a story this morning about Pre. Trump pulling up to the Supreme Court only to hear them shellack his lawyers’ argument against birthright citizenship. Why was he there? Intimidation? Grandstanding? I know he felt that these people he put in the seat would certainly do right by him if he were there. I also think he thinks there’s a lot of wink and nod type behavior about to unfold. I hope he is dead wrong.