It was ideas like this that convinced me heaven wasn’t real when I was young.
Like, some woman’s first husband dies. She eventually remarries and is happy. Later she dies and goes to heaven. Who is she with there? Husband 1 or 2? Both? Neither? The only way it makes sense to me is if people are essentially high 24/7 so nothing bothers them. But, is that really so heavenly?
Like, some woman’s first husband dies. She eventually remarries and is happy. Later she dies and goes to heaven. Who is she with there? Husband 1 or 2? Both? Neither?
This isn’t a problem for Mormons. They can have as many spouses as they want, and then when they die they get their own planet.
My idea would be that in heaven you no longer would have romantic relationships or interest.You would just be together with everyone you loved and feelings of jealousy would not exist.That or everyone can create clones of each other and be with whoever they want whenever.
Heaven is a psychological state in which things go well and you feel good, and you get to that state by following your conscience consistently, and forgiving yourself for the times you screw up.
It was ideas like this that convinced me heaven wasn’t real when I was young.
Like, some woman’s first husband dies. She eventually remarries and is happy. Later she dies and goes to heaven. Who is she with there? Husband 1 or 2? Both? Neither? The only way it makes sense to me is if people are essentially high 24/7 so nothing bothers them. But, is that really so heavenly?
This isn’t a problem for Mormons. They can have as many spouses as they want, and then when they die they get their own planet.
But only if they have outie genitals. Those with innies are out of luck.
Sweet!
My idea would be that in heaven you no longer would have romantic relationships or interest.You would just be together with everyone you loved and feelings of jealousy would not exist.That or everyone can create clones of each other and be with whoever they want whenever.
So, it’s like drugs. There’s no “you” left, just a pile of goo that’s eternally drugged out on happiness.
Heaven is a psychological state in which things go well and you feel good, and you get to that state by following your conscience consistently, and forgiving yourself for the times you screw up.
So, heroin. Gotcha.
“Screw up” not “shoot up”.
I’m saying that that description of Heaven is basically like being high 24/7 so nothing matters and nothing can make you sad.
Well, violating your conscience can make you sad.
And you can be sad in heaven. Just not depressed.
Sure, ok, right, of course.
That’s why she’s supposed to throw herself upon the burning funeral pyre when her husband dies.