I think about death.
I would like to believe there is something more, and is not just a hollow promise of continuity created to give hope to poor souls that something better lies ahead.
This is why I theorize the soul being energy that moves on since science dictates energy cannot be created or destroyed.
Whether it is sentient and can retain its former 'identities' is questionable.
It can be scary.
Death.
Maybe it is better to believe it is lights out, stage door closed and locked to you, your role has been been cancelled.
The endless sleep is less scary, actually, than 'you are about to enter the twilight zone.'
Alone.
Without even the safety your mom's womb and umbilical connection.
You go it completely alone...
Then I think of the film Flatliners. Scary.
I would like to believe there is something more, and is not just a hollow promise of continuity created to give hope to poor souls that something better lies ahead.
This is why I theorize the soul being energy that moves on since science dictates energy cannot be created or destroyed.
Whether it is sentient and can retain its former 'identities' is questionable.
It can be scary.
Death.
Maybe it is better to believe it is lights out, stage door closed and locked to you, your role has been been cancelled.
The endless sleep is less scary, actually, than 'you are about to enter the twilight zone.'
Alone.
Without even the safety your mom's womb and umbilical connection.
You go it completely alone...
Then I think of the film Flatliners. Scary.
*shudder*
Maybe Father Guido Sarducci's version of 'paying for youra sins' is less frightening, more worrisome...check my pockets hoping some change remains, only to realize I'm naked! (Does clothing go ghostly?)
At that point I start to ask myself, and start counting up, what sins I may be held accountable for.
I go through the seven deadly ones first.
Pride? Nope. Greed? Nope. Lust? Um, well, does just a little count? Like as in sex? Envy? Yeah, but not in a begrudging or mean way, just in a wishful way. Gluttony, Wrath and Sloth? No, no and no.
I should hope, not having committed any of the others, it will negate the two I am guilty of.
Then there are a host of minor sins, like telling a few lies (mostly to protect myself or other's feelings. Who hasn't?), swearing, offending (though never done intentionally, so would that count as a sinful misdemeanor?)
I doubt loans are available, only what you've banked in good deeds which might balance your account. As long as they were sincerely done without any thought of compensation or benefits in anyway.
And since I can't think of anything more to say, I leave you with this-
At that point I start to ask myself, and start counting up, what sins I may be held accountable for.
I go through the seven deadly ones first.
Pride? Nope. Greed? Nope. Lust? Um, well, does just a little count? Like as in sex? Envy? Yeah, but not in a begrudging or mean way, just in a wishful way. Gluttony, Wrath and Sloth? No, no and no.
I should hope, not having committed any of the others, it will negate the two I am guilty of.
Then there are a host of minor sins, like telling a few lies (mostly to protect myself or other's feelings. Who hasn't?), swearing, offending (though never done intentionally, so would that count as a sinful misdemeanor?)
I doubt loans are available, only what you've banked in good deeds which might balance your account. As long as they were sincerely done without any thought of compensation or benefits in anyway.
And since I can't think of anything more to say, I leave you with this-
That, above, I think I could live with.....over and over and over again. Forever.
Amen. Awomen.
Amen. Awomen.