Behold!
There's the existential moment of the first part in which you're still living although only hanging by a thread. There's the existential moment of the second party in which you're a flatlining mass of ex-protoplasm.
The part which fascinates people most of all is the spectral interstitial moment which some enjoy splicing between the other moments. No matter how tight the granularity of the other moments there is always the grand feat of metaphysics in which the spectral interstitial moment can fall between.
This is the I See the Light moment which some liken to Heaven's lighthouse, UFO activity or exploding swamp gas. This is the moment when the living can see the dead ... or something.
Later they may return to say ...
Man, I was dead and yet I saw dinosaurs walking with Jesus.
But that's not quite right, Carbuncle, as that only means you're crazy and obviously you weren't dead since you're not dead now. Enjoy the day. Go to Waffle House.
Elizabeth Kübler-Ross made such a big deal of all this but we didn't learn much except to be sure if there really is a Heaven then likely Kübler-Ross is chasing rabbits there.
Since Kübler-Ross was relatively coherent regarding her five steps of death and dying and she didn't start babbling until after she heard and possibly saw the light, we conclude this light doesn't make you see Heaven but it does make you bark like a dog and chase cars ... or rabbits, as your preference may be. She wound up buggier than a New York City flophouse.
(Ed: will be we going with the Weeping Evidence of a Lack of Faith theme today?)
Nah since it's so obvious already. Probably you're thinking already if you believe in Heaven now then it really won't make any difference to you if there are traffic lights at the entrance.
People still 'research' the matter and ever so seriously report their results. So far we have not heard from a near-death fly fisherman who landed a lure in Heaven before he actually got there. That way he could pull the string to his own line to show he arrived.
Maybe someone could invent some spectral interstitial nanobots to go back and forth to do whatever something the size of a nanobot can do.
(Ed: going with Ridicule that Bloody Minded Rubbish then?)
Looks like it and mostly because it's treated with such enormous reverence.
I left my body and looked down at myself as the doctors worked on me.
So, uh, Carbuncle, would you concede you had to be alive to be seeing anything or will we be bringing supernatural powers to the discussion.
Tune back in tomorrow to discover: Will My iPhone Work in Heaven? That will arrive along with the companion article: Getting Closer to Jesus with an iPad App.
There's the existential moment of the first part in which you're still living although only hanging by a thread. There's the existential moment of the second party in which you're a flatlining mass of ex-protoplasm.
The part which fascinates people most of all is the spectral interstitial moment which some enjoy splicing between the other moments. No matter how tight the granularity of the other moments there is always the grand feat of metaphysics in which the spectral interstitial moment can fall between.
This is the I See the Light moment which some liken to Heaven's lighthouse, UFO activity or exploding swamp gas. This is the moment when the living can see the dead ... or something.
Later they may return to say ...
Man, I was dead and yet I saw dinosaurs walking with Jesus.
But that's not quite right, Carbuncle, as that only means you're crazy and obviously you weren't dead since you're not dead now. Enjoy the day. Go to Waffle House.
Elizabeth Kübler-Ross made such a big deal of all this but we didn't learn much except to be sure if there really is a Heaven then likely Kübler-Ross is chasing rabbits there.
Since Kübler-Ross was relatively coherent regarding her five steps of death and dying and she didn't start babbling until after she heard and possibly saw the light, we conclude this light doesn't make you see Heaven but it does make you bark like a dog and chase cars ... or rabbits, as your preference may be. She wound up buggier than a New York City flophouse.
(Ed: will be we going with the Weeping Evidence of a Lack of Faith theme today?)
Nah since it's so obvious already. Probably you're thinking already if you believe in Heaven now then it really won't make any difference to you if there are traffic lights at the entrance.
People still 'research' the matter and ever so seriously report their results. So far we have not heard from a near-death fly fisherman who landed a lure in Heaven before he actually got there. That way he could pull the string to his own line to show he arrived.
Maybe someone could invent some spectral interstitial nanobots to go back and forth to do whatever something the size of a nanobot can do.
(Ed: going with Ridicule that Bloody Minded Rubbish then?)
Looks like it and mostly because it's treated with such enormous reverence.
I left my body and looked down at myself as the doctors worked on me.
So, uh, Carbuncle, would you concede you had to be alive to be seeing anything or will we be bringing supernatural powers to the discussion.
Tune back in tomorrow to discover: Will My iPhone Work in Heaven? That will arrive along with the companion article: Getting Closer to Jesus with an iPad App.
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