What would
it be like, I wonder., this afterlife people talk about. Say a person gets to
heaven, then what? Hang out all day chatting with friends and family? Wouldn’t
we run out of topics of conversation? Eternity is a very long time. There would
be no baking of bread or planting the garden or gathering eggs, none of the
physical activities I enjoy.
I’m just
not attracted to the idea, nor do I hope for it. Far more appealing is the idea
that my body’s molecules will be reorganized into other things: a toad, a leaf,
a chicken feather.
This idea
certainly is not original. Montaigne phrased it quite well, I think, when he
wrote, “Your death is part of the order of the universe, it is part of the life
of the world.”
Sounds
good to me. I've always liked the phrase, "gone to her eternal rest."
Copyright
2013 by Shirley Domer
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