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208 pages, Hardcover
First published January 8, 2002
But maybe, after death, you come before that mythical Man with a long beard, sitting on a throne. You stand before Him, puny and timid. Then you ask, "Is this heaven?" And He roars back, "HEAVEN? You just came from there!"I mean, I do agree with the "We get one life, and we're wasting it" aspect, which is why I try to live my best life now, but I sort of hate the idea of other people getting to ruin our "Heaven." I suppose that's the point, though: letting other people ruin Heaven is what makes it Hell.
And as your eyes wide, He continues, "Ingrate! Didn't you like the sunrise, the sunset, the moon, and the stars? Weren't you pleased with the mountains, forests, rivers, and streams that I gave you? . . . And when I nurtured those plants with rain, you complained because you couldn't play golf. Ingrate! That was heaven!"
And then I dare to ask, "Well, what is this place?"
He laughs: "This is the recycling plant. . . . DUST THOU ART, AND TO DUST THOU SHALT RETURN."