Have you ever used a hand sanitizer? You pour it into one palm and massage your hands together. A slightly weird sensation and a cooling of the skin as the alcohol evaporates to nothing. Drawing off your essence.
This is how I imagine death feels. A tingling in the chest as the soul breaks free. A single moment of conscious memory during which you realise the spirit is no more the sum of your being than your feet or your earlobes or the coils of your gut.
In Heaven the people you meet will be almost human. They will not have brushed their teeth this morning. Nor scratched the back of their knee on a hot day. Nor cried after tipping milk onto the kitchen floor one evening. Sat on the floor and sobbed while the milk swirled and broke against the banks of their slippers. Not in Heaven.
In Heaven your family and friends will laugh and laugh. They will behave like they do in your dreams. Familiar and timeless and unpredictable. Projections from another place and form.
Heaven is terrifying.
— fm Apr 3, 08:03 PM #