I believe. I always have. There are too many signs, synchronicities and miracles, not to. But there are questions too. Questions that no one can answer. At least not yet.
These include but are in no way limited to:
How’s the TV? Theater may be classier. Movies, more exciting. But without HBO, Showtime, MSNBC, and Public’s American Masters, I just couldn’t do it. Not at all. Not any of it.
And how’s the weather? Is there weather? If not, what takes it’s place? If there’s no weather, what do people talk about?
And the food. Do we get to eat? I was thinking about this yesterday when I bit into a roast beef sandwich with mustard-mayonnaise and grizzled onions. And what about soup? Especially in the winter. But if there’s no weather, there’s no winter, and then there’s no soup, right? And chocolate. There can’t possibly be heaven without chocolate. Not for me there can’t.
And then there’s the thing with people. Who’s in and who’s out? Does my obsessive, lawn mowing, nasty, North Fork neighbor get a pass? That would spoil everything. And what about my relatives and friends, the ones I like and love, will they be there to greet me? Will I finally meet my grandma Fanny? And will she recognize me, or will we need to be introduced? Will I be able to hug my parents, without zooming right through them? And will I get to do a life review, and to apologize for my selfishness, and forgive myself for the stuff I still can’t forgive myself for?
And what about the natural world? The mountains, rivers, valleys and oceans. The sunrise and sunset.The wonders of the earth in Gazillion Resolution 3D. Is it like the old Robin Williams movie “What Dreams May Come?” A big, beautiful film that morphs from one gorgeous setting to another. Amazing, beyond my wildest dreams.
And music. And dancing. And finally being able to fly. I knew I could do it. Why not!
Whatever it is, it is. But I wont know till I get there, right?
As for those who resist knowing, or even considering that there’s “Something Else,” they get an F in imagination and a X in possibility. For who could ever have imagined This? So why not That?
In a 1935 movie called “Top Hat,” Fred Astaire sang about Heaven as he twirled Ginger Rogers around, up, over, left, right, and backward. The lyrics are old fashioned. The melody, airy and sweet. Fred didn’t need to sell it. It sold itself. It goes like this:
Heaven, I’m in heaven, And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak, And I seem to find the happiness I seek, When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek
Heaven, I’m in heaven, And the cares that hung around me through the week, Seem to vanish like a gambler’s lucky streak, When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek.
Oh I love to climb a mountain, And reach the highest peak, But it doesn’t thrill me half as much As dancing cheek to cheek. Oh I love to go out fishing, In a river or a creek, But I don’t enjoy it half as much, As dancing cheek to cheek
Dance with me, I want my arms about you, Those charms about you, Will carry me through…
To heaven, I’m in heaven,And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak, And I seem to find the happiness I seek, When we’re out together dancing, out together dancing, Out together dancing cheek to cheek.
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