“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)

Play this while watching: “Dog House Blues” – Bill Monroe

The adventures of Peri and Sophie at the dog park, gettin’ into all kinds of good clean trouble. Dont forget to hit the music playbutton too. Wish they could sync up. Thanks to Greg for coining the term “DPU”.