I set there puzzled though, he was still smiling, so I asked, "are you not happy right now though, working on this garden, you look happy?" He laughed, "Do you know what I am doing? I am cutting each blade of grass one at a time to pass the time, I am so bored I spent 50,000 years cutting this grass over and over and over again. Because there is just nothing I haven't done, nothing I have not seen, no conversation I have not covered. We don't even speak to one another anymore, as we all know each others thoughts so well. We end each others sentences, and even tell each others stories. I sometimes don't know what stories are mine, and what stories are the ones I heard a million times before. It is all just done over and over again, nothing new."
"But you are smiling though," I said with a confused tone.
He set up again, "Well recently one of the brothers located something we never cleaned up in South America, in which there was a calender that had a time line as to when the sun would burn out and destroy the earth. It was a great day of excitement and news traveled quickly, we all celebrated the news that soon we would get a second chance to die and get out of this promised eternal life of paradise."
Heh, I've actaully given that a thought, maybe because I have a fascination of vampires(ironically I think my JW teaches may have led to it) cause this always comes up in sappy vampire novels.
Though the thought of total non-existance is quite frightening to me, I admit. Probably because I am one of those people that I fall asleep on the bed and 1 second later it's morning, thought that really does not happen, at least it seems that way.
If there is indeed an afterlife, which I could accept, then maybe our notion of time would be far diffrent from the mortal world. I mean, wouldn't God himself and the angels feel this way? Maybe they percieve time more statically than the way time passes like a train here on Earth. Or maybe it's like the Trafaldamorians in Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse Five.