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Impossible Comprehension

Good evening ladies and gentlemen,

Happy December to all. I am in the midst of sipping a fresh cup of coffee, listening to The Killers's new Christmas song 'I Feel It In My Bones' and enjoying a mellow evening in my homestead. My brother and I had a conversation earlier this week which is something I try not to think about too deeply because of how frightening the single thought tends to be; the thought of forever.

As a Muslim, I try my best to live my life conscious of the effects of my actions and ultimately whether I am doing something good or something bad. I don't want to die with a large accumulation of bad deeds which will result in an eternity of suffering in Hell's roaring blaze. But then there is the opposite, an eternity of true bliss in Heaven. Both thoughts manage to terrify me. "Why does an eternity of Paradise scare you, is it that you think you will get tired of it?" Him and I were sitting in a donut shop, "Think of it this way, today you eat this donut and it tastes really good, then tomorrow you eat the same thing and it tastes even better, and the day after it's better", he said.

My fear in even heaving an eternity of Paradise is present because of the lack of comprehension my mind has on the concept of something that is forever. As a human being, nearly everything we have ever known has had a definitive start and stop point; the only two things we see as infinite are numbers and death. Human beings can comprehend numbers but no person can say that they have experienced death.

When we die, that next life lasts FOREVER. It. Does. Not. End.; this is so frightening. How can we enter an everlasting life where time is not a factor? This is beyond what our species has ever experienced. As a Muslim, I believe in two set places after death, Heaven and Hell. The thought of Heaven often brings a tear of joy to my eyes as it is moving to think there is a greater being that will reward us for the good that we do in this life. The thought of Hell brings a tear of sadness to my eyes as there is literally nothing worse than that fate and the way it is described could make a person's heart stop with fear.

Our next life will never end. It will go on and on and on.. and on. Work harder in this life to make the next a truly amazing experience.

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