Good afternoon! Today's posting comes from a cubicle at Queensland's most prestigious university, aptly named: The University of Queensland. Yes, that's a capital 'T' in the title.
Anyway, that's not why I'm here. Apart from shifting my bowels, I have been deep in thought about Stephen Hawking's latest claim about the afterlife being a "fairy story for those who are afraid of the dark". He insists that no afterlife exists; there is no God or Gods; and, against the wishes of the late John Lennon, there is no heaven.
Now, I'm not going to debate whether Hawking is right or wrong. Ultimately, none of us will find out until we cross over, which, depending on who you speak to, will be either this weekend 21st May 2011, or next year 21st December. No, I'm not going to argue with one of the greatest minds of our time, and let's face it, really, with the unfortunate body of a vehicle he's been handed in his life, a mind is all he is.
My thoughts dwell on his words, John's I mean: "imagine there's no heaven." What does it all mean? Why are we here? If there is no real good or bad place to go after we die, what then is the point? Of everything?
I'll tell you - shit...
Yes, shit. The only sure thing that we have to do. Boiling it down: whatever we do in life, wherever we are, whoever we interact with, all don't matter a toss because after we've gone we turn to dust. We are all just animals that eat, make little animals, and shit.
There we are, meaning of life solved in one sitting, or is it shitting?
Either way, I like to think there is a better place than this world. Bloody heck there just has to be! It can't be too hard, with the cost of living going up, all the natural disasters, and Gillard as PM; I really want to believe there is a land of milk and honey outside the bars of the life-prison that we all live in. Milk that even lactose intolerant people can enjoy or honey for the diabetics, or people who are allergic to, well, milk and or honey.
If not, and we are destined for the dust heap, or worm food only to be shit out by the little wriggly bastards, I take comfort in thinking back to a time before I can remember, before I was born, and I think to myself, not a wonderful world, but that was the best frigging sleep I ever had.
- CLM
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