He's still denying any wrongdoing too. Typical American.

I suppose the point of this little tangent is-

I would much rather be remembered by those I love as a bright, shining star.

The lives we lead now determine the way we're remembered. The #Afterlife is the measure of it.

Thanks for reading x

We attribute those things to the great Lake of Fire. The Sea of the Undead is filled with the bloated carcasses and desiccated remains of those who wronged us. Those memories break our hearts, we bury our faces and cry, we don't see the stars for the tears in the rain.

And #Hell? Hell is the same idea, but our minds only remember the anger. The Heat of it. The rush of adrenaline as a fight or flight reflex burns across our synapses and leaves ashes on our tongue. We all have some grand disasters in our lives, the shared memories of those not so dearly departed.

#Christians would remember the wizened old caretaker, the great old human in the cloudy night sky because that's how we saw our old, our long remembered.

We remember the best in the best around us, and that gives us serenity. That's #Paradise.

I think where we went wrong as a species is attaching causality to correlation. We saw patterns in our lives and attached those things to higher powers and just ran with it, because we Just Didn't Know any better. Our dead would ride forever in #Valhalla, or explore the infinite expanse in #Hinduism

We remember these things when we stare up at the night sky. We reminisce and reflect on the things people do, things we ourselves do with the ones still here, and those emotions flicker and sparkle like a warm blanket of sundown stars.

It's a truly beautiful #superpower that we all share

The most beautiful part, I think, is that we can Share these memories with people. We tell stories of these wonderful times with the people around us, who in turn share their little micro-verse of stars in their skies, as it were.

It's kind of a collective conscience, sort of vibe.

I think there's only a Very small percentage of the human population of the planet that does not have this ability to connect memories with emotional response, and as such it's something incredibly powerful that we can do as a species.

Paradise is the flash of emotion that is connected to those people, those characters, those bundles of neurons firing across your nervous system? That's the ever after. Those massively, personally or otherwise centred memories are the glimpse into the #Heaven that we're looking for, I think.

DAMN that sounds tasty

It's the Freedom Fries thing again and again. They're fucking chips, mate.