Jutland, Trafalgar, The Glorious First of June, Dogger Bank, Denmark Strait, Copenhagen, Sevastopol, Mobile Bay, Matapan, Heligoland Bight.......
The cockpit of a small airplane, with all the gauges reading exactly as I would expect, not too much chatter on the radio, and the planet stretched out before me.
Interesting. I never noticed I no longer have an image of heaven until you asked me. I mean, I know it will have to be warm, and at the beach or close enough to hear the tide. But besides that... I don't think I have a lot of desire left for heaven.
I think heaven is what you make it. While I am agnostic, and don't believe in gods, there is a small part of me that hopes when my time comes, and I close my eyes for the final time, that I wake up standing in a grassy, breezy, sunlit field, a green tennis ball at my feet, and a little black lab, with a white diamond on her chest, running right towards me.
Somebody said this in the Maud Dib thread, but I'll repeat it. The way the universe works and the multi-verse and all, I tend to believe there is something after death. Maybe it's a cosmic force or a collective consciousness, but I think there's definitely something.
The problem with paradise is the eternity part. There's no place I'd like to be forever. I think Aenea has the right of it - being able to be where you wanted to be when you wanted to be there, with the time and ability to enjoy it for all its worth. I'd love a trip through the Greek isles and the history of the Aegean empires - Rome, Greece, Istanbul. Travelling Europe and Japan. But able to fly back to a cabin in the mountains for Christmas surrounded by my loved ones, who were all healthy and happy.
Hyperspace. In my own version of the Millennium Falcon, but without the SW-universe that comes with it, on my way from somewhere to somewhere else, expanding my onboard galactic library, reading, collecting and sharing an endless number of stories. And writing my own, of course.
There are seven circles. Wait, you wanted paradise, not its opposite? Shit, that's harder to describe.
everything mentioned here would get old after while. My idea of Paradise? To be Q. The beach when I want, the mountains when I want, the Horsehead Nebula when I want. As much or as little challenge and purpose as I desire, extreme experiences with no risk of death or injury...ability to control my appearance...a lust for learning and experiencing everything... Would want to be less of an asshole than he was though.
Isn't that pretty much what happened to Kirk and Picard in the Nexus? They were able to revisit any happy moment or any happy place in their life, with whoever they wanted... Would any of us really enjoy a life without any suffering or hardship? Or would we eventually be bored out of our minds?
