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It may take a little more than a snow storm for me to post again. It looks as though it was over a month ago.  & that was by no means a verbose masterpiece.  

Because I cannot quite explain why, but my tiny heart pumps too fast when I think of big words like eternity, death, & forever.  It has pumped so, ever since my care-free-est child days.  

It is no comforting conversation to overhear bright theologians squabble over the details.  It only shoots my mind, like a creamy-coloured cue ball, into ump-teen different trajectories.  What about our families?  & friends?  & spouse(s)?  & what of bodies? cremated, drowned, or buried bones?

"We'll all rise & return to Earth," some say.  

"But wouldn't it get a little crowded?" what, with thousands of thousands of years & billions of shimmering bodies walking around?

& for always?  Eating for fellowship, & not out of need?  No sleeps? or sunsets? 

& only harps & hymns & happy times?

I want to understand what it's like to love the Maker, & not just the Made.  To know both would be best, I do believe.  

But if I'm to keep up any sort of race, I'd like to check double that I am faced the correct direction.