What do you think will happen to you in the Hereafter? Will it be 72 virgins? Dante's circle of hell? A new life? Resurrection? Rebirth? Nothingness?
You have certainly caught me out on this one, I have had to go for the final option. I do believe that part of us lives on via what our children inherited from us, our youngest daughter is living proof of that one. By the time I had finished rewiring her house, she could probably qualify as an electrical engineer, when it comes to programming semiconductor devices, I leave that one to her. She is probably one of the only people in London who understands synchronising 3 phase and how the phases are actually random at the alternator. She also understands that contradiction of terms 'the current transformer'. That one took a lot of explaining. I verify my feelings by looking worldwide. People who see wars as part of everyday life tend to continue the trend. People like me who think that they are pointless also seem to pass that on. The interesting part is that inherited talent is not just passing on physical characteristics. Now Jane can just blame me for everything our offspring do and even think. One thing that upsets me, is while they share my love of animals and classical music, none of them share my love of opera.
A return to where I came from? What, Minnesota? Maybe 72 virgins in the 9th circle of hell? I'm hoping for nothingness, 'cause if there's a god, he's a kid with an ant farm.
"53 fucking virgins! The very thought of 53 fucking virgins, it’s a nightmare! It’s not a fucking present, it’s not a prize, it’s a punishment! Give me 2 fire-breathing whores any day of the week. I’m a slut man!" Billy Connolly As nobody knows, out of all the myriad mythologies, I chose this:
If you observe waves crashing ashore, they appear to be destroyed. But if you look deeply into the true nature of waves, you'll see that they're water. When the wave breaks upon the shore; the water isn't harmed at all. It simply loses it's outer form, and flows back into the ocean from whence it came, and from whence it never really left.
