The Pastafarian belief of heaven stresses that it contains a beer volcano and a stripper factory. Hell is similar, except that the beer is stale, and the strippers have STDs.
Thank you Wikipedia.
One thing I do not doubt is a certain unbreakable bond between two people. Some may call them soul mates, maybe it is your mother, or a sibling, or maybe it's just a really great friendship. Who knows, not I.
My favorite book is "What Dreams May Come" by Richard Matheson. I've read this book over ten times and seen the movie...like, a lot. I watched it a month or so ago with Master Wog but this time, it was…different. It's not like I don't know what's going to happen. I can practically recite the damn movie. But it made my little mind wander and I couldn't sleep. For those of you who have not seen it, here is a short synopsis---
---Man and woman fall in love, have kids…raise kids…blah blah…kids die in car wreck, wife attempts suicide, loses her mind, husband sticks around tries to help her, can't take it anymore, wife decides it's time to get better, happy happy blah blah…husband dies in car wreck, goes to heaven, wife then succeeds at suicide and goes to hell…fast forward…man finds out wife will stay in hell as all suicides do, says fuck that and literally goes through hell to find his wife and soul mate. On the way he finds both his son and daughter and his mentor and the dog (of course)---
Now my little description has nothing on the movie but you get the picture. What the hell was I talking about…oh, what got to me was the love, and I know it's just a love story, but the fact that this man was willing to give up after-life in heaven with his wife, children (and his dog) to go THROUGH hell to bring his wife back. That's fucking love man. (By the way…the wife is an artist and runs her own art gallery...and his heaven is made of her paintings, like, living paintings, it is pretty bomb diggity) The way each part of hell is portrayed reminds me of "The Devine Comedy" (I am almost positive they based this part of the movie on it) of which I have read Dante's 'Inferno'. Each step holds a different sin. For which every sin has its own punishment. But that's beside the point. The story just touches me. It makes me want to be loved like that. For someone to care so much they would go through hell to have me. I think I am, but you don't really know until you're faced with it.
So, anyway, we fell asleep that night all cuddling and shit. I just kept thinking about how much I want to choke him sometimes, or cut off his...well, you know where I was going with that one, but I truly love him. He is my life (and the dogs...and cats...Redbird, not so much). It's a balance thing. I love him with all my heart and I truly believe I would do anything for him. Die for him? I don't know. Even though we fight, or bicker, or I grab his beard and punch him in the face. Those things make me love him more. The little things he does that drive me crazy make me love him. They make me happy. The make me, me. I almost feel I wouldn't be me without him.
Life can be one crazy, fucked up trip. And there are so many things to do, in such a short amount of time. 'Moulin Rouge' (one of my other favorite movies) said it best—"The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return."
My mother also taught me that no matter what, love your life and smile. It will brighten your day and make you feel better, not to mention how many people will smile back. YOU make THEM smile.
So, smile damnit. I said so!
I do believe the Gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster has the heaven and hell thing figured out. RAmen!
ReplyDeletePaul completes you. :)
Mitzy - I concur. Strippers and beer, how could you NOT want to spend eternity there?!
ReplyDeleteHe does. Fucker.