On the nature of Heaven

But first, I really do need to sort this out:

"Or any Shakespeare. My high school was the dog's bollocks."

I'm not sure that you fully appreciate the meaning of this UK saying. The DB's for want of a better euphemism/acronym is used in such manner as to indicate the best part of said beast. Therefore a high school commanding such an accolade would indeed be the best high school that the education system had to offer. Indeed one would hope that such an exalted high school would have offered (without prejudice), nay commanded, both full and unfettered access to the Bard of Avon's literary legacy.

And now we can move on.

In reading The Bible there are indeed some references to Heaven. David Byrne said that Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens but Revelation would disagree:

"... a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language before God’s throne and singing his praises (Revelation 7:9, 10)"

There are other parts of The Bible that suggest we maintain something of our earthly identities when in Heaven and that we will see long lost family and friends again.

Sidebar: I have seen many examples of people that have turned to Christianity in times of great stress, perhaps following the loss of a loved one. This attribute of meeting family and friends again in Heaven seems to be a unique for the Christian Faith, and possibly it's most appealing?

Ok so we're in Heaven. We've renewed old acquaintances. We're worshipping God. Ok we'll take a break from that and go and play some chess. Over a period of decades you finally learn the correct response to the Scandanavian Center Counter Gambit (1. e4 d5 ...) . In fact we play so much chess that we play the game out. Even though there are more chess positions than atoms in the Universe this is of no concern to us. We have the time to play them all. (And incidentally I hear that Black wins :-)

Ok that's chess then. Let's move onto golf. We get our handicaps down and down until we're going around every course with an 18, a hole in one at every hole. OK, that's golf done then. Next.

We meet everyone we ever wanted to meet, you're all lunched out with Mother Theresa, Einstein and Newton have nothing left to offer us. Can't grill Adolf Hitler as he didn't make it past St. Peter, oh hang on this is Heaven, it's perfect, if I want high tea with a Nazi genocidial maniac then I can get it!!

Next .. next .. next ... flippin 'eck this eternity lasts a long time. I miss the old days when I wasn't doing anything ... pass the nachos.

Current music: New Order "Temptation".