I love this question, it is maybe one of my favorites. I like the idea of reincarnation based on how good of a life you led, like if you did a lot of good things you would come back as a shark featured on Shark Week or the baseball field from Field of Dreams and if you did a lot of bad things you would come back as a blue gummy shark in a college cafeteria or the ol' Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome (a baseball field that appeared on the cover of GQ no fewer than a baker's dozen times before in imploded back in '14 because it lost its prized collection of pocked squares). I think our souls will live on although we may not still inhabit these space suits that we call our flesh and bones. Maybe there is a soul waiting room where our conscious goes to live until we are assigned a new being (and they have racks stocked full to the brim of Oprah's magazines and also a table where you are able to ladle up a bowl of chicken soup for your soul while it awaits its next destination). Like Pete Holmes says, it is always a twist ending! (Watch Crashing now on HBO!...this just turns into an integrated marketing promo spot for Crashing...I'm trying to subconsciously brainwash you into watching season three of Pete Holmes's hit show.) Why would life not have a twist ending? There is no way to know either way at this point so we might as well choose the fun option and play along with the eternal game point of view. Are you tellin' me that LeBron is NOT going to come back as a basketball net or a basket stanchion or at the very least a pumpkin that has been painted like an official Spalding game ball? Who is to say that the life we are leading now is not merely a stepping stone to another stage, then another, and yet again, small wet rocks that let us confidently stride across the stream of consciousness? (See what I did there with the metaphor for a stream and connecting it with the stream of consciousness...this is like an SAT question!) What if this current (to extend the stream metaphor one step further than it needed to go) life is just the tip of the iceberg of existence?
Clouds could be involved. Maybe it is just a concrete place (well, sorry to nitpick but the ground would probably feel more like cotton candy) like Heaven that we all congregate at (like church...hmmm...) or maybe we get to choose where we will go. I hope that it's a thing where you get to go to an empty auxiliary basketball gym and everyone you have ever met is there (at least the people who would not make you leap out of your undergarments if you saw them again) and you can play ping or shoot some hoops or watch TV or movies or just sort of hang out and chat and be together again. There will also be a phone booth (but not the same kind of phone booth that Colin Farrell stumbled upon in the instant classic New York City thriller about a publicist who picked up the wrong phone at the right time (for the bad guy), Phone Booth) where you can call people who you have always dreamed of meeting and they will just magically appear and y'all can kick it like Pele (and there is a nice lil set up with an XBOX One and some beanbags and a coffee table in the corner so you can play FIFA too if you want...and in case you were wondering, yes there will be some hip coffee table books on the coffee table about whatever subject you would like).
But picture this. Maybe it is just a big luscious green field and you are holding a Chuck-It and hurling that tennis ball an ungodly distance and all the dogs you have ever had throughout your life are chasing it at once, racing each other to see who can get to the sacred fluorescent yellow Penn first and win your love and it is just an endless loop of that til the light bulb finally burns out. Or what if it was a big luscious field except that it is covered in shag carpet (or Shaggy carpet...it wasn't me...who spilled the orange juice on the Shaggy carpet) and you are dangling a toy mouse just a few inches above all the cats you have ever had and they are all attempting to gather the internal strength to paw at it and half halfheartedly trying to win your love, kind of, if you look really closely and toss the felines the benefit of the doubt.
But what if you just get to be extremely awesome at drumming and look super cool while you are doing it as a key cog in a Heaven cover band that performs at various concerts around the atmosphere, for example in the summer of 2020 you are slated to headline the Fyre Festival in purgatory.
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