As I grow older and approach the final curtain, I find myself pondering the question: where do we go when we die?
Now considering our new leaders, if they lack belief in God, what awaits them? What about the communists?
Sinners, of course, face punishment, but what of the unbelievers? Jehovah’s Witnesses, naturally, operate under their own rules, occupying a distinct space that is exclusively theirs.
Being alone in life, and likewise in death, appears rather unfortunate—a disconnection from past families.
Suicides, however, have a different path; they must wait in God’s waiting room until their circumstances are clarified. Infants should undoubtedly have direct access to the Almighty.
What is the fate of Muslims, Buddhists, Krishnas, and Maoists? Do they occupy a separate dwelling with various rooms that Christians look forward to?
Is there life after death, or do we merely return as renewed fools, fated to repeat our mistakes time and time again?
Perhaps this is the explanation for our continuous warfare against one another.
Religion provides us with faith, a reason to look forward with hope. I have come to realize that it must be profoundly sorrowful to be an unbeliever. Where do they go? The answer may very well be, who cares… I would much prefer to exist in a nation filled with faith and hope than in an Australia devoid of both history and future.
by TOG
