At my age, I no longer want to deal with stress again. No bullshit at work, no sick relationships, no financial worries. I want some heavy-duty psychic shock absorbers smoothing out all the bumps in the road ahead. No drama, just a nice constant flat line without emotional spikes. Hmm…That sounds like being dead. I wonder if dead people know they’re dead, or are they so dead they don’t know?
Interesting stuff to ponder. The Bible says there’s gonna be a resurrection of the dead. My sister, who grew up a Southern California girl, has been living in Germany for the past 35 years. Sometimes she gets some of her English words mixed up. On time, when she was referring to Easter, she said it was the time of the “re-erection”. I knew what she meant resurrection, but hey re-erection/resurrection they’re both the same: bringing something that was dead back to life.
So, adding a little Viagra to blasphemy, something doesn’t make sense to me. If you accept Jesus before you die (versus Visa or MasterCard), you go right to Heaven. Ya leave your body behind. That sounds good to me. I wouldn’t want to be put back into my body after I die. Well maybe with a couple of knee replacements, a new hip and shoulders that rotate. And after those up-grades, I’d like to stay medicated as much as I could. [Wonder if there’s medical marijuana in Heaven? There’s gotta be!] Still, I’m not so sure I wanna be put back in my old body, especially after enjoying all that heavenly bliss. I drove that sucker into the ground. I think I’d like a newer model. One with cruise control and heated adjustable seats.