"I feel like I've died and gone to Heaven."
I thought about the phrase this morning while drinking the best cup of coffee my husband's ever made, and I wondered what that would actually be like. I know that different people's notions of heaven differ, but many of them seem to look like life on Earth except, maybe, with less material goods, more leisure, and more happiness*.
If this is Heaven, I can't help but think I will have feelings other than joy and a deep contentment. I'll have left all these people I know and a life I've stated as "pretty darn good". Won't I mourn my lost life? Won't that perfect cup of coffee make a poignant reminder of my mornings on Earth?
Wouldn't I get tired of my perfect coffee every day? Part of what I love about our coffee in the morning is the fact that my husband and I order the varieties we want to try, Richard (husband) roasts the beans, and we critique the resulting brew. Wouldn't we lose something if the coffee wasn't of our production?
So I think of Heaven, and I worry a bit. Because if Heaven is that perfect cup of coffee, I'm afraid I would be bored before long.
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* Less materialism seems to be a predictor of happiness on Earth as well, so there might be something to this vision.
**My notion of Heaven is that I will become a traveling soul with consciousness that can zip across Heaven and Earth at the speed of a thought. As I travel, I will quickly lose more and more memory of the material of Earth, and I will only be a force for good.
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