And the Alternative?

I called my mother yesterday, and we were discussing her upcoming milestone birthday. She sounded a little upset about turning 90. You'd think she would have gotten over that by maybe 80 or 85. Is this the ultimate validation that we're a family of late bloomers and slow agers? Or just that we're slow to catch on? "Oh my. I'm almost 90. Unlike 89, that is fucking OLD!"

No Difference

Lori and I were walking to the next movie in our gala Wisconsin Film Fest weekend, discussing spiritual giving, and what is right whether it feels good or not. Lori was talking about the concept of “We are one”, that differences are only illusions, and how she understands the concept but can’t fully internalize it. As we approached Monona Terrace, a hooded person of dubious gender (later assumed to be female) with indelible writing all over her face approached us from across the terrace and demanded in a loud, tinny voice with cracker accent, “What do you think heaven is like?”

Lori stopped to chat. I wanted to drag her on so we could get in line for the movie; but was also interested to see what would transpire. Lori asked her if there was anything she wanted. The woman offered to share as she lit up a doobie and said, “I want to know who would be working if everyone who ever broke the law was in jail.” That entailed a brief discussion of "pretty much no one since most of us have broken speed limits if not worse". Then Lori said we needed to get on to the movie; and the woman asked again what heaven was like. Lori responded, “What do you think it’s like?”

Our angel in whacko clothing replied, “It’s a place where there are no differences.”