Is basically the theoretical underpinning to one way to look at my conception of the afterlife in this:
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Confused at first, Saoirse's new... life?... takes a turn for the (more) unexpected when William Howard Taft knocks on her door and says he knows a way out. From there, Saoirse travels through scenarios that are fantastical and mundane at the same time, trying to discover not just a way to end this new existence, but also whether she wants to do that in the first place.
'the After' is a heartbreakingly sad and funny mystical journey through one version of what happens after we die, told through the eyes of a woman clinging to the memory of a life she didn't know she cared about. Thoughtful but action-packed, 'the After' presents an entirely new and not always comforting view of what comes next for us all.
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Most of our conceptions of heaven are pretty lame when you think about them. I mean who really wants to sit on a fluffy cloud playing a harp all day? Who can even play a harp?
Um... poo bugs.
Heaven is like Angels, what's in the Bible about those things is nothing like what we think about them.
I like to toy around with the idea of what actual heaven (or Actual Heaven, TM GOD, year 0) might be. One day, Some Guy At Work and I were discussing what it would mean if your conception of Heaven was you get to be married to, say, Jennifer Aniston. (WHICH IS NOT MY CONCEPTION OF HEAVEN SWEETIE).
What would that mean FOR HER? And how many people would think that? Is she married to them all? Or is there a Heaven filled with fake Jennifer Anistons?
Out of such heady philosophy was 'the After' born. And in that light, my inclusion of William Howard Taft as a character can be seen as using a moderate amount of restraint.
Hmm... well, I suppose we could get into all sorts of philosophical debates over the Aniston version of Heaven. All I'm saying at that point is that if you can just have anyone you want, why limit yourself to -just- Aniston. That's thinking small.
Oh, no, wait... that's Mormon heaven.
Since coveting another man's wife is against the Ten Commandments, you wouldn't be allowed to have Jennifer Aniston, at least until she gets divorced again.
That's another thing about "Heaven;" the "7 deadly sins" are pretty much all the fun things to do. And that "you get to see all your old dead relatives;" I didn't want to see most of those people when they were alive, let alone have them haunting me for eternity.
I sense a Thursday "What if?" coming out of this. Several. Mind if I steal it for my blog?
Liz: go right ahead!
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