A friend of mine was dying. Ben was nervous. There was nothing left for him here on earth. A wealthy man, a religious man, he was nevertheless, frightened.
Another friend, not wealthy, but full of ideas, spoke up.
“What do you think it will be like in Heaven, Ben?”
“I don’t know” replied the puny one, “St Peter at the gate, with God on a throne of puffy white clouds. Angels all around. What is your dream of the afterlife?”
“One day”, replied Fred “I will at the speed of light, suddenly notice that I know everything.”
“Everything! I will remember every event from the first few minutes of the big bang as well as all events in the future. Nothing will be left to know and I will be the sole repository of LOVE. When you start your day, assuming you are still alive, I am who you will be talking to in your morning prayers.”
“And who will I be after I die, assuming you died first and went to Heaven.”
“I will not have gone to heaven, I will BE heaven”.
“And who will I become?”
I picked up the hamburger from my sick friends plate and took a bite.