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Let's suppose for an instant that Heaven does not consist of millions of souls wandering around in white and strumming on harps. How do you envision your eternity?
I think I should like to be a slip of breath, weaving in and out of the stars and planets and immortal atoms, floating where the whim takes me, down and around the seas and trees, knowing everything and delighting in everything and feeling everything and yet not tied down to any passage of time, forgetting and yet remembering even in my forgetfulness. Like a song carried on the wind, a melody that you can't remember after it flees and yet you can still recall even to a hundred years later the strange yearning it evoked in your breast. I think that this would be the most lovely way to spend forever.
I think I should like to be a slip of breath, weaving in and out of the stars and planets and immortal atoms, floating where the whim takes me, down and around the seas and trees, knowing everything and delighting in everything and feeling everything and yet not tied down to any passage of time, forgetting and yet remembering even in my forgetfulness. Like a song carried on the wind, a melody that you can't remember after it flees and yet you can still recall even to a hundred years later the strange yearning it evoked in your breast. I think that this would be the most lovely way to spend forever.