I drive by the Carmelite Monastery every day on my way to work. I have no idea what the Carmelite Monastery is, what they do, who walks around inside there.
Maybe they are eternally perfecting ways to carmelize onions.
I was struck by the thought yesterday that I hope there is a consciousness at the moment of dying; an alert realization of the ultimate truth.
So people who devoted their entire lives to piety can be rewarded with God's handshake.
OR
So people who devoted their entire lives to piety can crumble in shock and disbelief when they realize it was all a joke as Rodney Dangerfield re-directs them towards hell.
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