well, the heaven was a 3rd thought. My niece's husband passed

well, the heaven was a 3rd thought. My niece's husband passed
away at 32 this year, and today was his birthday, so it was a
somber day. As I realized that they will all be reading this (on
Facebook, where I had originally posted the thought) I added a
3rd thought regarding heaven. The scientific way i can see
heaven as existing is the idea of Quantum Entanglement, that
electrons can mirror each other perfectly, if having only been
in contact one time and be far away from each other with no
further communication. if electrons can mirror themselves, it is
theoretically possible that the separated electron (separated
from the flow of the consciousness of the person who passed on)
continues on elsewhere in the universe - then it is possible
that the whole mind and its workings are mirrored elsewhere in
the Universe -- ie - heaven or at leat a consciousness that
exists without a brain to contain it. Or: think of brainwaves
(same idea as the mirrored electrons, but waves are easier to
'get' then quantum oddities like "spooky action at a distance")
- Beethoven wrote his 9th symphony 150 years ago or so. think of
"Ode to joy". His brainwaves concocted the music, the feeling,
the EXPERIENCE. Listeners who are "in tune" with the music, the
performers, the listeners, letting the music take them away to
"another place" - well that 'other place" is Beethovans MIND -
his consciousness - his soul even - use whatever term you wish.
And for the time that music is performed, or replayed in
someone's mind - their brainwaves are the SAME as beethovans -
meaning that he LIVES on. Perhaps as a ghostly imprint of a
small portion of his consciousnes but nonetheless, he lives on.
And if someone who 'gets' beethovan decides to write further
music that he "might" have written - well, yes, it is within the
consciousness of a person living 'now' - but it is beethovans
brainwaves transferred through the music, completely mirrored
(like the electrons above) in someone else's brainwaves. It is a
form of eternal life. OR if you believe we live in a holographic
universe - that we are all living stretched out in two dimension
(but experiencing them as 3 dimensions) over the surface of the
event horizon of a black hole -- (see Leonard Suskind) - the
thing about holograms is they are infinitely regressive -
repeatable - a small chunk contains the same information as the
whole thing... then our consciousness never dies as it exists
somewhere, holographically encoded. it may be out of reach of us
mere mortals but it would exist nonetheless. Do I believe that
there is a form of life after death? I honestly don't know. But
i try to see all sides of something, and I can see how it's
POSSIBLE. If someone asks me about heaven, I usually say, "if
there is life after death, then i see it as bodiless -
consciousness only -- and the explanation of heaven vs hell
would be this: Imagine you have an itch. You take your hand and
scratch it. Now, imagine you have the itch in your mind but have
no hands to scratch it with. That is hell." Phantom liimbs made
me think of that -- ppl who lose a limb but who feel an itch in
a foot that is no longer there, and cannot scratch it. But this
is a way for me to justify "why do I try to be at peace with
myself and with the world?" I work very hard at it. Being
understanding, forgiving, seeing other people's points of view.
I have to do it 900 times a day in the little things., like
making course corrections in trying to send a rocket to the moon
(without tiny course corrections, the rocket will miss the moon
by a mile - just like we need course corrections daily in our
life, in our choices, in our reactions to what happens to us).
If my mind is at peace, then if i am a disembodied
consciousness, it won't matter and I'll be okay with it. That
would be a form of heaven. i also want to be buried - everybody
I know wants to be cremated - cremation is common thing and I'm
contrary -- because DNA is destroyed by cremation but not by
burial. So let's say God, or the aliens that seeded our planet
and bulit the pyramids, or some higher dimensional being comes
down and says, "Okay, time to populate my next pet project",
scoops up the DNA around the planet that exists and recreates us
- I'd like to be one of them. Trying to cover my basis without
obsessing over any of it. If I end up getting cremated, oh well.
If life is but a flame that flickers and is blown out without
even a whisp of smoke left behind, that's fine too. wow - thanks
Brent - you got me yapping :-) I like working through those
ideas.