Every now and then I make a blog post.

Recently, over on Quora (which I spend so much time on these days), I saw a question that said something along the lines of "Do atheists look forward to the nothingness after death?" The context was that atheists since they don't believe in the idea of heaven, believe instead in nothingness after death. The answer that had popped up in my feed (written by Andrew Weill) was quite interesting, discussing what his interpretation of the post-death experience is.

What actually caught my eye (no offense to Mr. Weill and his fantastic writing skills) was a lonely comment on the bottom by a Mr. Weigelt, stating that he didn't like the idea of an afterlife, due to the fact he didn't appreciate some aspects of his idea of Heaven. I quote, "I hate the idea of sitting on a cloud and playing the harp for eternity." It's a bit of an odd idea of Heaven, seemingly derived mostly from comic/cartoon portrayals, but it's not that unusual and I'm not judging.

This sat in my head for quite a bit, as in my quest to see it from his point of view, I pondered about what Heaven, in all of its religious glory, really is. And I came across some interesting things as I did so.

Heaven, in the simplest of terms, is one of the two (scratch that, three) locations where the afterlife takes place. In Heaven, all your needs are met, and you never have to suffer. This would mean that if Mr. Weigelt doesn't want to play the harp for eternity, he wouldn't have to, as I suppose that hating something is a form of suffering. It's not that he wouldn't enjoy Heaven because he doesn't enjoy playing the harp, it's that it would be boring.

Which, I guess, is true to a certain extent. With no problems or suffering, it would be quite boring and monotonous after it's all over. I'm not saying that pain and suffering are always good, as there are many people who are suffering more than is necessary. However, like most things, it's good in moderation. As demonstrated on many occasions throughout history, it does things like help you maintain mental flexibility, teaches you important lessons and draws people closer. 

Such is the spice of life.


BONUS: I'd probably enjoy it in Mr. Weigelt's Heaven. I'd probably learn something really inappropriate, like "Sit On My Face," by Monty Python. With an eternity to practice, I might as well.

Looking Back: "What was I thinking?!?"

No, the blog isn't ending. Sad, I know.

It's just that I've haven't written for this for awhile, and I'm in a strangely reminiscent mood today. The fact that school ended for me today probably contributes to that.

So. because of that, I decided to read all my old blog posts, the majority of which, for reference, were posted two or so years ago [STOP PRESS: It was only one year ago. My bad] (aka a loooong time ago).
It's surprising how much someone can age or mature in a year.

I'm not saying I'm mature, because I'm obviously not. Being mature means attempting to make the best decisions, such as, you know, color scheme. I'm saying that I'm more mature by comparison.

My writing style also changed. I put more spaces between my sentences, because it helps with my pacing (In my head, I read really fast. Adding extra lines helps me slow down.). Many seem to find this annoying.

In addition to this new development, my vocabulary is more, *ahem*, colourful. I use words like collywobbles and cockamamy now. Which also seems to bother people (there's just no pleasing certain individuals!).

Well, 'twas nice to revisit all these old memories.

See you guys soon.

Wedneday Post #8: A Short Story (of My Life)

Yeah, we're talking about my life now.  Fun stuff.


Nah just kidding. I like my privacy.

All you need to know is that 'Naver Hetana' isn't my real name, and then you're set.

No one visits my blog anymore. Not even my loyal French viewer(s). All the views to my page are from my own. Or at least, I think so.

Not many of us out there use DuckDuckGo, after all, and I'm pretty sure no one bothers to check my G+.

I'm running out of things to write about.

Maybe I'll write a short story of some kind and post here.


Yeah.


That sounds good.


See y'all next week with a story.

P.S. I scrolled down my blog to look at my older posts. It's just like a wall of text. I have no idea how I managed to write so much.