Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Saturday, 3 June 2017
What's the point?
I was chatting to the lady who held the key to the church where I reinstalled this monument which I had restored and we touched on the afterlife, probably because of the surroundings. Not to do so would have been a bit of an elephant in the room conversation. She came up with a personal observation which struck me as very un-Christian.
"I just cannot imagine all this..." (she swept her arm in an a wide arc before her which covered half the universe) "... ceases to exist just because we die. No more birds and flowers. No sunshine."
I had to stop and think about it before I could comment, and I have been thinking about it ever since. Was it as selfish as it sounded?
All I can think of is that she was imagining some sort of promised heaven following a well-lead life, but to think about it in this way makes the thinker the centre of the universe. She must think that she will take her personality with her when she goes. Maybe we are all the centre of the universe - including the flowers and birds.
I woke up about a week ago and had a mini revelation, but it was the sort of revelation which cannot be translated into words, especially on a Saturday morning.
It had something to do with how you remember feeling before you were born - before you were even conceived - and the difference between being unconscious and not existing at all.
There is an infinite amount of time at either end of our brief little spell on Earth - so infinite that it can hardly be called 'time' at all. We spend an average of three score years and ten trying to work it all out before we are thrown back into the pot which has no bottom. Most of the time I don't even bother to think about it, but just try to have as nice a time as possible in the allotted amount given to me.
The trouble with life on Earth is that we have to have the opposite of good times to know that we are having them at all.
Oh well, I had better get on with my charmed life. I am working all weekend, and still haven't been paid for the last job.