Heaven Used To Be a Library
“I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library” – Jorge Luis Borges
That quote has also been translated with “Heaven” in place of “Paradise.” I’ve loved the quote before I heard it. Powerful and widespread is the idea that death will open up a wider perception, or a greater sensory experience. Along the way, I have hoped that “Heaven” will mean that I get to see the origin of the universe. Alternately, there have been times I really wanted the afterlife to mean a lot of really great sex with my choice of partners. Or, the hope that I get a birds-eye view to see what my friends and enemies say and do at the news of my demise has also seemed a fitting last wish. I believe our expectations for Heaven are always a little laughable and irrational.
Lately, though, I do have one concrete hope for what happens when I unite with the universal consciousness after I die — that’s to know what dogs are really thinking.
Play it: “Move It On Over” – Hank Williams
(The photo of Peri is from Olga, my new old lo-fi toy pinhole film camera)
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This entry is absolutely genius. I think everyone can relate.
I would like to add that I also hope at least our closest friends and family would be there to share some brief afterthoughts of the human experience. I’d even be happy with it being just a cosmic debriefing of sorts before our individual consciousness is absorbed. That would seem a fair ending.
Also, there had better be burritos.