Heaven without burritos and devil dogs? :eek:Couldn’t happen.
Both: Total awareness of The Truth about everything- God, Creation, and yourself-
Heaven- Reconciliation with that Truth
Hell- Defiance against that Truth
Heaven:
In my fantasy, my mother is there, smiling and happy. She is holding the child I lost 18 weeks into a pregnancy, and my nephew is with her, too. Romping on the lawn nearby are the departed cats and dogs we had. We are not physical beings, but emotional and spiritual ones. We feel one with all of life melted together.
I wish this is true, although my logical mind tells me it is not. It is, however, a comforting fantasy when thinking about one’s own mortality.
Hell: Has a country music soundtrack, 24 hours a day.
Heaven: Well, I was going to say something involving me, Natalie Portman, Zooey Deschanel, and a large tub of cool whip, but now I feel bad. That’s really pretty, MLS.
From the old joke that makes the e-mail circuit every few years:
Heaven is a place with
German engineers,
British police,
French cooks,
Italian lovers,
Swiss bureaucrats.
Hell is a place with
German police,
British cooks,
French engineers,
Italian bureaucrats,
Swiss lovers.
You know the story about the person who was given a vision of Heaven and Hell, where Hell was a big banquet with fantastic food, but the silverware was permanently attached to people’s hands and the silverware was so long that nobody could get the food into their mouth, and Heaven was exactly the same except everyone was feeding each other?
Well, my Hell is people telling me that story over and over and over again.
In Hell, one is required to smoke. In Hell, it is either too cold or too hot. In Hell, attractive sexual objects are just out of reach and there is never a chace to relieve oneself. In Hell, the wakeup alarm is always too early; the neighbours are drunken boors who incessantly push alcohol on one; and everyone has bad breath, toothaches, and enough perfume that the fumes weld contact lenses to one’s corneas.
Heh. Did you come up with that last bit yourself? I kind of want it for a sig line.
As far as I know, it’s a product of QuercusBrain Industries, but I would not be surprised if some comedian has been using it.
You’re welcome to it.