This is a thread directed, I think, principally at those who actually believe they will have a "life after death." And I make bold to presume that most of those types think that this will go on forever, and forever, and forever...and will never, ever end.
Now, as someone who knows a bit of what it's like to live in this life (for 73 years in just 3 weeks), I can't help but wonder what those after-life believers think it will be like.
I mean, I can read for several hours at a time, for example -- but then I've got to get up and do something else. I can listen to opera for quite a while, but then I need a change-up -- maybe a walk in the woods, or a little snogging with they honey (wink, wink).
A lot of the things I did decades ago, I never do any more, and if I get to live much longer (hey, I can dream, can't I?), I hope to do some things I've never done before.
But the thought of trying to fill up an actual eternity -- that utterly defeats me. I mean, Mark Twain, in his "Letters From the Earth," pokes fun at those who can barely stand an hour of worship once a week, and mostly move their mouths without singing much during the hymns, but seem to look forward to doing nothing but worshipping and singing hymns non-stop for unending eons. How can that be?
So, anyway, there's the question: you have all eternity, never-ever ending, and you're going to have to keep yourself interested and involved, yet there's nothing to do, nowhere to go, except worship; do you really look forward to it?
Now, as someone who knows a bit of what it's like to live in this life (for 73 years in just 3 weeks), I can't help but wonder what those after-life believers think it will be like.
I mean, I can read for several hours at a time, for example -- but then I've got to get up and do something else. I can listen to opera for quite a while, but then I need a change-up -- maybe a walk in the woods, or a little snogging with they honey (wink, wink).
A lot of the things I did decades ago, I never do any more, and if I get to live much longer (hey, I can dream, can't I?), I hope to do some things I've never done before.
But the thought of trying to fill up an actual eternity -- that utterly defeats me. I mean, Mark Twain, in his "Letters From the Earth," pokes fun at those who can barely stand an hour of worship once a week, and mostly move their mouths without singing much during the hymns, but seem to look forward to doing nothing but worshipping and singing hymns non-stop for unending eons. How can that be?
So, anyway, there's the question: you have all eternity, never-ever ending, and you're going to have to keep yourself interested and involved, yet there's nothing to do, nowhere to go, except worship; do you really look forward to it?