Heaven Is _____.
I’m not a religious person, but heaven came up twice this weekend.
The first, derived from the “party” “game” Cards Against Humanity. One of the cards was “72 virgins”. I never understood why someone would want to kill themselves in order to have the unverified “privilege” of “entertaining” 72 virgins. In the event there is an afterlife and you are greeted by 72 young (I’m assuming), frightened (I’m assuming), untrained girls, which one do you choose first? The most confident one?
“Hi I’m Tania. I’ve been waiting my whole life for you - err - I mean afterlife haha. Aw geez, I only had one line to memorize and I messed up! Anyways, where should we go? That cloud looks kwel!”
The second instance of heaven came from a friend traveling overseas. I had previously told her I love people-watching and specifically people-watching at airports. She kindly let me know I would have thought I’d died and was “in heaven” at this particular airport, what with the variety of peoples passing through.
In my response I quoted Belinda Carlisle, in that my uncertainty of the afterlife (note: not a renouncement), leads me to believe “heaven” as an individual’s utopia may as well be a place on earth. I can’t possibly imagine something better than the best of what I already know to be true. Maybe my heaven is an airport.
Wilco and Billy Bragg’s Airline to Heaven pulls in my own LOST-ian flight approach to the afterlife:
Take that airline plane / It’ll take you home again / To your home behind the skies
Many other musicians have attempted to define heaven. You may see a theme: