"Field of Dreams" came to mind this morning, for no reason. And I'm thinking on it --- [View all]

So these guys come out of the corn field and they are dressed in team uniforms and they're ready to play ball. Then it occurs to me. Have they been playing ball for 40 50 60 years? Ain't they tired of it by now?

I like sex (I ain't got "with who" but that's another matter). I could envision myself in bed with a couple'a hot babes and enjoying that for years. Even decades. But if I really think on it, I would probably get tired of that too, if that was all I was doing. If that was my idea of heaven.

So I project myself into the idea of heaven. Doing ANYTHING for eternity....... what a horror.


So I'm glad that there ain't no heaven. Just empty "nothing."

Now I can argue that I am disappointed that Hell doesn't exist as a repository for certain souls or soulless slugs that I read about in the papers.