Ah, you’ve stumbled upon one of the many logical fallacies surrounding religious mythology.
For lack of a better phrase, it falls under the “web of lies” theory- you make up one thing, you must then make up three or four more things in order to explain the first thing. And so on.
We’re told our “reward” is Eternal Life in Heaven, apparently Basking in His Love.
So then, someone asks, how long is an “eternity”?
An Eternity, we’re told, is time without end. Forever, ad infinitum.
So, one then asks, what does one do for an ‘eternity’? That is, after all, by definition a very long time indeed.
Simple, we’re told, you join the Heavenly Choir. You bask in God’s Love.
That, one retorts, dosn’t sound like a lot of fun. It sounds like you do the same thing, over and over again, for millions of years.
Ah, comes the reply, but God is all-powerful. He has the ability to see to it you’re never bored. Being in Heaven is eternally blissful.
But, one asks stubbornly, even Divine beauty, godly majesty and infinite bliss can get tiring after a hundred thouand millennia.
No, we’re told, Heaven is that which you love most. Anything you did in life, you may partake of without end in Heaven.
You mean, one asks, we get all the strawberry cheesecake and Naked Hot Teen Sluts Making It With Barnyard Fowl we can possibly ask for?
Um, stutters the believer, one doubts God will provide pornography.
So, one asks, there’s limits to Divine bliss? I can’t, for example, find the shade of Marilyn Monroe and have hot, sweaty snugglebunnies behind a cloud somewhere?
No, we’re told sternly, there’s no fornication in Heaven.
But, one says, that’s the primary recreational pastime for three-quarters of humanity! The other quarter lost the ability in a tragic skateboard accident!
Nevertheless, it’s reiterated, that’s not allowed in heaven.
All right, one tacks, how about the Internet? Surely God has the Divine Bandwidth, and the latest Pentium 777 quantum chips that process your instructions ten minutes before you type them?
Oh no, we’re told, God would not allow the Saved to view and wallow in the mortal sphere. It is full of death and fear and evil.
But, one pleas, we must at least be able to visit still-living loved ones?
Oh no, it’s reiterated, that would cause undue pain to the saved, to see the living, the widows remarried, the children, grown and perhaps not living the life the fathers and mothers wished them to lead. To see homesteads torn down, to see favored pets die.
So, one asks dejectedly, we’re only allowed to do and see what’s in Heaven?
Yes! comes the statement. God’s infinite majesty and beauty!
Any, one asks, magazines, even?
Of course not, one’s told. That would be secular propaganda, and like the internet, full of lies, evil and pain for the saved.
So, one asks in growing horror, we sit around and watch God? For a million centuries?
Oh no, one’s told, God will provide everything you need!
Such as, one asks?
Music, for example. If you cannot play an instrument now, you’ll be able to play anything, perfectly, in Heaven.
That, one states, isn’t my idea of fun. Some may like it, I don’t.
But, one’s told sternly, in heaven anything you do you will find divinely enjoyable, even rapturous.
So, one retorts, in heaven our mind is no longer our own. We’re told to do something, and made to enjoy it?
Oh heavens no, it’s said, you keep your mind, but are given perfect knowledge.
But, one replies, if I don’t like playing music down here, why would I be made to enjoy playing in heaven?
Besides, one continues, if one is given “perfect knowledge”, what point then becomes of even conversation? One assumes one could locate the shade of Copernicus, or Twain, or John M. Browning and have a wonderful discourse on any manner of things. But with perfect knowledge, one knows all, knows everything. What point then, is conversation?
Um, it’s said, hesitantly, trust me, even conversation is blissfully wonderful in heaven.
Conversation, one says, is impossible when both sides already know everything, all details, and know what the other is going to say, or could say.
But, it’s interjected, God will, in his infinite power, make it interesting and fun!
Okay, one responds, in order to have a conversation, then God must either remove some or all of that “prefect knowledge”, or that knowledge was never there to begin with.
Further, one adds, what of the knowledge souls bring in later? Obviously the recently-deceased Barry White will know more of computers and compact discs than, say, Wyatt Earp, or Thomas Edison. If those two were given “perfect knowledge” when they passed over, did they then know of that technology?
Further still, comes the addition, that would presuppose that “perfect knowledge” includes future happenings as well, which was specifically contradicted by one being told one cannot know what happened to one’s family or future.
But, it’s begun…
Besides which, one interrupts, again, even conversations with all historical greats are finite, and eternity, by definition, is infinite. If time in any form passes in heaven, eventually all of humanity will die out when the sun turns into a red Dwarf and incinerates the earth, and thus new souls stop coming into heaven, and eventually all possible conversations have been held, all manner of jokes created, all possible combinations of musical notes and instruments played.
And yet, one continues, even after a hundred billion centuries, the yawning abyss of Eternity looms before the collected souls.
What, one says in closing, do they do then?