One of the hardest things for me to reconcile in life, I think, is balance between the worlds of the material and of the mind.
If in fact there is a place beyond our given years on earth, and soul which is the mind must shed its skin and enter bare-ass naked to deposit what one’s learned in just that cycle. To return again credentialed differently to learn some more.
And if there is a Catholic heaven, then it would be best to die before the baptismal water fully dried upon one’s brow. For why to suffer through a lifetime of temptation then and jeopardize one’s passport into Paradise? Or if life merely reproduces to carry on a natural scheme, why not breed and die just as the Mayfly?
So then it all comes back to this, the purpose of the dalliance on earth.
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