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What Dreams May Come

After reading about uranophobia, or the fear of heaven, a friend of mine asked me why, or rather how, people could be afraid of heaven. We both realized he was asking the wrong question. To be, or not to be. That is the question. We all live with fears, but living with a fear of the inevitable is something we can not live with. Most religions live for, and out of, what comes when we die. 70 virgins? Reincarnation? Heaven? My coach always said you eat to run, not run to eat. I think I finally know what he was talking about. "Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep, no more; and by a sleep, to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to? This is a consummation devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep; to sleep, perchance to dream; AY, therein lies the rub. For in that sleep, what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause."
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For the entirety of all our lives, from birth, inception, until the end, right before death, there is one question we can never answer. What happens next? People have spent thousands of years questioning and pondering the possibility of the afterlife. Do we get another chance? Are we reincarnated based on our past transgressions or are we rewarded for our good deeds? If we were terrible while on this Earth do we come back as anal beads, or worse, chickens? If we are good do we come back as eagles or dragons? Maybe. Or do we arrive at the golden gates? Facing down the almighty bouncer. Does old Saint Pete check the guest list, make sure we aren't wearing white sneakers, tell us we are "GOOD" and finally move his velvet key. 
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Do we only then enter paradise? Where we get to live forever with all our old friends and loved ones, people we haven't seen in years, or maybe we get to meet people we have never met before? We get to ask all our heroes what their life was like. You get to see your dog again. I hope. But, then again, maybe it simply ends. Darkness, oblivion, the long sleep. The dirt nap. Maybe we do only get one chance. Are you ready for that realization? What know you about ready? A long time I have watched. All our lives we have looked away. To the future. To the horizon. Never on where we are. What we were doing. Hmph. Adventure. Excitement. A Jedi craves not these things. We are reckless.
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The answer to these question is that it doesn't matter what happens next because we have the chance, the opportunity, the means, and God-given right to have Heaven on Earth right now. Most of us hold the ideas of Heaven in disdain because of hardships we have faced in our own lives. If there truly was such a place, that would mean that things on this Earth happen for a reason. And to most of us, that concept is not only confusing, but frustrating, and even painful. Maybe someone was taken from you. Maybe something was done to you. How could this happen if there is meaning in our lives? How could someone let you go through that? It's not fair. The truth is our judgment, our reckoning takes place within ourselves. We know when we do something wrong. Even the worst of us know when we do something truly wrong. Maybe there is too much pain coming from somewhere else that blinds us from our conscience. What we need to realize to survive together is that no matter how hard it gets, there is a place we can live together in harmony, without pain, sorrow, or judgment, and it isn't called heaven. It's called Iowa. I jest. But, it is here. All around us. And it is now. 
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Death comes to us all. We can't stop it from happening, but we can challenge it. We can rival its omnipotent presence and looming shadow by engaging in the ancient ritual which is the horrible beasts only weakness. It's kryptonite. What weapon could we possibly possess that could challenge such a force? The same one that happens to be the greatest obligation we have...
To live, grasshopper. To live.

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