What I Would Do In Heaven
Prevent hell. Maintain. Weed the
garden. Educate, taste of hell, so H's denizens know how good
they've got. A little chaos, that gets resolved into order.
Occasional deviltry, so HD's don't get bored.
Bad guys (and gals) are essential to
heaven. The law needs “ideal” situations to be progressive. The
devil is God's servant. He is allowed, encouraged, and appreciated
for being evil. He is the shadow that makes the light bright. He is
the hate that makes love divine. The perfection of society depends
on the depraved. God bless the devil. He wouldn't be “for evil”
(4-evil) if there wasn't some good in it.
What is the law of heaven, you ask?
There is none. You are free, finally. You can do what you want! I
would do everything, in heaven. Because wisdom and depth of
experience is a virtue. You would want to make every mistake. With
the exception of anything that has the consequence of infinite pain,
of course. I would break every law, commit every crime, do anything
I wanted, anything others disapproved of, plus everything else, all
of it. Live life to the fullest. Be all that you can be. Just do
it.
God is love. Hate is just loving
something else. It's all good. God is everywhere, everything,
everyone, always. All right? Do not be attached to the “good”,
averse to the “evil”, or ignorant of any reality. Judge not.
There is no heaven or hell. Earth is the whole ball of wax. Make it
heavenly. Make your own reality heavenly. Help others overcome
suffering. Happiness is a warm gun, mama. Aim high. What's up,
doc? Well, down, naturally. Actually, yes, no? A soldier's heaven
could be quite different from a priest's. Do unto others as you
would have them do unto you. Or not: people have different tastes.
The golden rule is more of a bronze, you might say. The silver?
Love life. True gold? No regrets.
So anyway, here on earth, there is law,
and consequences, and no one is free to commit unrestrained evil,
except in their imagination, in books, movies, dreams, videogames,
etc. War and its evils need to be overcome by love. The heavens
might be a bunch of different places, ideal for every kind and flavor
of utopian idealism. But I doubt souls migrate to different worlds,
like in the movie Avatar. Death is final. No one has a soul.
Bodies and minds, si. Alma? No. A sol (sun), a sole (fish), two
soles (feet), a sole (unique quality -dna) and solitary facing of
death on one's own terms, for example, among other things. I am not
the sole voice of reason. The other me is, too, lol. I and I love
life! The (other) man in my head is a bug, a pest, a nuisance,
unwelcome, unwanted, evicted, unhealthy, insane, and unpleasant, but
I'm sure it's there for some reason or another. I wish I knew. I
really do. Is there a me and an anti-me? Is happiness a zero-sum
reality with a personal devil for whom his happiness is my torment? A
curious thought. Can't we all just get along? Maybe I need to
integrate different aspects of my self. Maybe wellness is
non-exclusionary. Maybe the whole world in my head is true sanity.
Maybe I'm sane, already, and taking medication is the true madness.
Ah, who cares. You live until you die is the only way to stay sane.
Life is just a bunch of spells, a dream; we're just animals, like
worms, with a hole to eat with and hole to excrete out of, moving
around, trying to reproduce before we die; dust unto dust; no one
lives forever; vanity of vanities, all is frustration, futility,
absurdity, nonsense.
Is that depressing? We're all in the
same boat, really (the global village, spaceship earth), third rock
from the sun, we should see ourselves in everyone else, trying to
make sense of a mad, mad world. May the force be with you!
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