@Setanta,
Quote:I like that EB, that's a good one.
What's good about it? Everybody over the age of about 8, lower in some advanced family units, knows where we come from. And where we are going.
Heaven is like the pub. When you're on your way to it you imagine it will be full of pretty, young ladies all agog to hear your latest repartee and vying with each other to be chosen. Like in Renoir. It makes the route less unenjoyable. The beckoning strings of fairy-lights, festooned from end to end, the red curtains drawn partially in tart's knickers mode and the front swing doors all add to the image as do most of the logos on the bottles.
You know you are kidding yourself and that when you get there the usual old-stagers will be telling how they took their two grandsons for a walk in the park and that they climbed up some trees and splashed their feet in the puddles as if nobody else's grandsons ever did such things and thus it was a special and superior aspect of the genetic material the poor little fuckers had so unluckily been saddled with as a result of a shag in the back of a car on the music shop's car park after Grab a Granny Nite had wound down. Or that they had made a bird table out of a discarded pallet. I usually mime someone playing a sad violin solo at that one. (All true-all too true.)
Anticipating that on the way to the pub makes the route almost unendurable but one presses on facing into the hard driving sleet. Hope springs eternal.
It is possible, if only as a highly speculative hypothesis, that the liquidation of hope would be economically disastrous. I've read stuff about it being biologically disastrous too. I've an open mind on those matters but I'm not up for hope being exterminated on the back of a few slogans, insults, sarcasms and half-backed science from people who are cosying up to science because they think it sets them apart from the rest of us.
Atheism is the eradication of hope. And it has no chance.