Were I in Heaven?

It may be blasphemous to assert, but frankly, it's not at all inconceivable that my heart's desire would be to return to my earthly existence.

For when I think about it--I mean, really think about it==heaven comes across to me as being a very dull place. Everybody's happy, which is rather frightening to even think about, is it not? Something awfully horrible must have preceded the eternal gladness.

I love my life on earth, with all its contradictions, except for the violence, which points to the one thing about heaven that I might really like.

But let me return to my heart's desire. I want to be able to walk in sand or dirt, get my feet a little slimy and awful to look at. making their covers very difficult to put on and take off. Just think about that, please. We love to put on our feet covers, then again, we love taking off those covers. (My guess is: there are no socks and shoes in heaven.)

In addition, I greatly enjoy debating politics and other typically earthly happenings. From what I've been told, there's nothing even close to being comparable in heaven.

Of course it must be very nice not to have to sleep; again, as I was taught, there's no need for sleep beyond the pearly gates. I'm sorry, but I must here insist on telling the world how much I love to sleep. Yes, I do not want to live in any place where there is no sleep.

But it just may be that my ideas on what it is to live in heaven may be entirely off the mark. In fact, if heaven is just a "bigger' earth, I might want to stay there forever if I can sleep at least half the time.

But for now, and in the months or years I have left (I'm 91) I'm going to make the best of what I have on earth; it could be worse, you know; or else, you don't know.