That’s what we mean when we say Heaven. No mansions, no rivers of diamonds, or fluffy clouds or angel wings. You are loved. And you aren’t alone. That is God. That is Heaven.
There is no time. There is no death. Life is a dream. It’s a wish. Made again and again and again and again and again and again and on into eternity.
There is a lot of time to read in there and I read it all, Torah, Quran, Talmud, Tao Te Ching. Judaism, Buddhism, Islam, Jainism. Figured if I was looking for God, I should look everywhere. Came out of that an atheist.
That’s the thing about where we’ve been. It’s important, sure. But it’s not as important as where we’re going.
It isn’t about us anymore. It’s about everyone else in the world. Dying for people we haven’t even met. No greater love than that.
Catholic Church in a nutshell. All over the world, these small, starving villages with big, fancy churches. Getting bigger and fancier, while the towns dry up. Churches just popping up like fat, plump little ticks sucking the town dry.