Spent two days with an old high-school friend, her husband and daughter. In keeping with my "no names" policy, I won't name names, but (1) it was awesome to reconnect with an old friend, (2) apparently, she moved to paradise and didn't tell anyone, and (3) even people who live in paradise apparently have complaints. Some day, I look forward to living in paradise and, depending on how the afterlife turns out, complaining either about "man, I'm one with the father and son but not so close to the holy ghost" or "only 52 virgins! but there are infinitely many days in the afterlife, it's like 0 virgins per day!" Of course, it's more likely that in the former case, I'd be left behind in the rapture and have to deal with all the empty clothing left behind by all the pious folks, and in the latter, end up getting pitchforked in hellfire. And of course, the joke will be on all of us if some fringe religion like Heaven's Gate turn out to be the big winners. Anyhow, there is nothing like reconnecting with friends.
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