Well I never could imagine a more boring, numbing existence than that. Oh it would be okay for an hour or so, but than wouldn't one want to get on with the program? You know, check out what a mansion in Heaven really might be like. See old friends, loved ones that had gone on, find all those ancestors going back into antiquity that I've wondered about, meet people from history that always fascinated you. Visit other worlds, maybe create a few of my own if given those kind of abilities.
But you know this narrow pente vision of Heaven always bothered me. Of course I never offered up this particular truth of mine, even though I'm sure others felt the same way. You can just imagine the fallout a confession such as this would bring my way, the names I would be called, the looks thrown my way when I wasn't looking, anything from pity to outrage.








