What if there really is a god? I do not personally believe that but…what if? Okay then, which one? I mean, there are an awful lot to choose from, aren’t there? Let us start with the Christian god, since that is the one I am most familiar with (though that is not saying much.)
But first, what do I do with my belief that religion was created to control the masses, to create some sort of order out of chaos and give people a reason to be good? Do I have to suspend this belief to explore the possibility there may actually be a god? Probably. Okay, up on the shelf it goes.
God. Jesus Christ. I cannot say the latter without subconsciously tacking “Superstar” on the end. And why do I feel like I am swearing when I say those words? Thou shall not take the Lord’s name in vain. Is that a commandment and, if so, why? Is this really so horrendous an act it needed its own commandment?
But I digress.
If there really is a god, it does not necessarily follow that he/she/it is good, does it? Maybe he is capricious, like Q or a vatch. It also does not necessarily follow that when we die we go to a better place. Maybe we have already paid our dues and this is the better place. Or if we do go on after this, what if our True Form is a middle-aged, heavy set, black woman? Won’t that be a surprise to all those good ole boys out there?
It is a nice fantasy to believe there is a god, or at least that we go to a better place after we die, where we meet up with our loved ones again. Or is it? What if your greatest desire is to see your beloved who was taken from you in a tragic accident? But what if you eventually moved past the tragedy and found a deep and meaningful love again? Who do you get to be with in heaven? Is bigamy allowed? And if so, do we really want that? I cannot imagine that working very well unless our minds are so different we no longer get our feelings hurt or experience things like insecurity, jealousy, and anger.
If that is the case, it does not sound like our entire soul moves on. Or maybe our soul is separate and distinct from our full, feeling, corporeal form. If so, what are we, really?
Have you ever sat down and imagined your own private heaven? Who would be in it? What would your surroundings look like? Feel like? Would it ever rain? I have tried to image my personal slice of heaven and, frankly, I was bored by the end of my first month there.
Okay six months. A year, tops.
This tells me humans cannot possibly imagine what it would really be like. We bore and frustrate too easily. And besides, we are starting from a rather limited point of reference. Heaven would have to be completely unexpected and so wonderful that it captures our imagination and holds it for…well, forever.