We are made in the image and likeness of God but. where is the image, what is the likeness and who is God? Is he a big human, are we little gods? Is it our minds, our fibers, our fictions, our loves, our flaws, our? The wilderness is floating overhead, and I am lifted from everything. I will return to the One that gave me birth, and I will fragment and hover and blow away on the wind like warm stale air pushed away by a breeze. And I will become the breeze, and fly up to heaven, and dance there, and laugh with the other breezes, the other souls, the dead and the not yet living. And we will spin and wheel under the sun that is the Father, and it will somebody's birthday every single day, and there will be parties and cake and ice cream and there'll be a sprinkler in the sky, like rain but even purer, and we'll dance in our swimsuits or our birthday suits if we prefer, there'll be no lust and no shame. And when we're tired of walking on the ground, we'll walk on the air. And when we're tired of being awake, we'll fall asleep in lovers laps, and everyone will be our lover. And it will all be pure and shameless and I won't feel bad about it. You'll be there all the time, whenever I want you, and it will be perfect. And we'll run off by ourselves and gorge ourselves in a strawberry field, and Einstein will be 3 rows over hiding between the bushes, and we'll laugh. And oh, Darling! It'll be heaven, I promise! It'll be just like Heaven, and the sun will be just like God, and there will be Jesus and the Holy Ghost and Buddha and Mohammed and John Paul II and Darwin and Elvis and all these people! They'll all be there, and there'll be ice cream and mashed potatoes and limes and lemons and everything, it'll all be there and we'll never run out and we'll feel the Lord in everything like electricity, He will sing our bodies electric with His magnificent song and I won't have to cry anymore, you won't either, because we'll all be dead, and if we cry it'll just be for fun. It'll be so much fun!
