Indulge me for a bit or feel free to ignore me:
There's a Twilight Zone episode where a criminal is murdered and finds himself in "Heaven," which is depicted as a lavish hotel. There he finds an angel who informs him that his every need will be met. Whatever he wants is his.
"I'd like to go gambling."
"Of course."
So the angel takes him to a casino. The man starts playing, and he cannot lose. Before long, he has more money than he knows what to do with. He can have anything he wants. Do anything he wants. Have any woman he wants. For a while this is fine, but soon he becomes bored of the endless winning. Gets bored with everything and realizes that's all there is for eternity. There's no challenge and no satisfaction in anything he does. The angel suggested that he could arrange for some losses, but the man realized that's not the same because he would know the losses were arranged.
"Don't take this wrong," he says, "everything in Heaven has been great, but do you suppose I could go to the other place?"
The angel smiles. "This is the other place."
There's something about this depiction of Hell that stuck with me. And I realized you could even go deeper than that. Let's say the man was more sophisticated, not a common thug seeking fortune, women, and fame. Say the condemned man was a scholar seeking wisdom. The angel leads him to this vast, endless library that contains all the collected knowledge in the universe. Everything that could be known. All of history, pre and post humanity, perfectly preserved. Everything that could ever come to pass. Everything that could only be theorized to exist, but actually doesn't. Every story ever written, every story never written, every thought ever sprung.
"I have all of eternity to learn everything here!" the scholar says with excitement. He picks up the first book he can reach and opens it. After reading a page, it dawns on him: "I've read this one before."
No matter, there are plenty of other books. An absolutely incalculable amount of knowledge right at his fingertips. He grabs another one.
"Strange... I've read this one too."
Another and another. He picks them up only to realize he already knows their contents. In fact, he could recite them each perfectly by memory. Being outside of space and time, he's already read every book in the library a million times over. He's already been there for eternity. Has always been there, reading, but not learning. All of forever laying before him with nothing new to learn aside from the final realization that he is in Hell.
And then I wonder... what is Heaven?
Setting aside whether I believe in God or the afterlife, the concept of Heaven eludes me.
"You will sit on a cloud and play a harp."
"You will be with God and be free of wants."
"You will get 72 virgins."
"You will become one with the vast cosmos."
"You will know nothing but joy."
"You will know everything."
etc.
Frankly, that all sounds boring. Kinda like the Twilight Zone version of Hell. Like, maybe fun for a few hundred years, but we're talking FOREVER here. Of course, it's very hard to conceive of being outside of the material world. Time won't mean anything. End of time and beginning of time won't have a difference. Space won't exist.
We have such wonderful, colorful depictions of Hell, yet Heaven remains a sort of vague "something nice."
What a hard sell that must be.
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