Things get in the way of ourselves. Life has a way of interrupting our dreams and hopes, sometimes it's a redlight other times it's a death, a failed relationship, or some other consequence of our existence. We can't control these menial things, we don't ask for them, nor do we seek them, they are given to us. A saint once said that these are what rounds off the hard edges of our character, these trials, these longings, they bring us closer to Godliness. Why would someone say that?
Perhaps the wisdom in those words is not for us, perhaps it is for God to understand, for God to know that we have found a chink in His armor of understanding. Maybe the trials of life do make us appreciate the afterlife more, maybe the difficulties that we face here will make us long for some idealized version of reality that exists for us after this one, who is to say? The Saints? God, Him/Herself?
I've travelled millions of miles in my lifetime. Most of those journeys have been backwards in time repeatedly, to earlier times in my life where I wished I could change something, a point in time on a continuum where I just want to go back and color a different blank in on our Grand Multiple Choice test that each of us are taking, but Alas, it's all been futile. I arrive at the same point that each of you get back to after these moments of introspection. After you've examined your choices and the outcomes, you realize that if you wouldn't have made the choices that you did then you wouldn't be where you are now. So, verity reigns, and you determine that where you are now isn't so bad. Right? Well, what if where you were supposed to be as a result of those 'ill-concieved notions' that you decided made perfect sense at the time were to lead to the ultimate Nirvana? That ultimate joy which your human brain cannot concieve of at this state of development? Who's really to say that you are more than the sum of your choices?
At the end of Life, what will each of us see? Will it be some quick flash of light...a long tunnel filled with darkness that has a bright light that contains every moment in our lives at the end of it, given to us in a million years worth of transmission? Or is there more? Is the last few seconds of life that our brains hold on to, all there really is of our Heaven/Hell? Those last moments where the brain is clinging to what we call perception, is that what there is of our Heaven, of our Hell?
You must realize that dreams sometimes seem to take days, and they are only within the space of minutes...are our brains such horrible time keepers, so poor a perceptor of time to be unconscious of it's passage?
What is there after this life?
