Heaven is a place on earth

Remember the Belinda Carlyle chick song ,' Heaven is a place on earth.'
Believe it or not, chick mush does sometimes couch sterner stuff underneath.
I often wonder , as must you ,about life after death.
Philosophy teaches us that the world around is , transient.
Most religions claim the concept of paradise to be the ultimate state of freedom and happiness.
However here are a few questions which keep me thinking

a)Who does one meet in heaven?Imagine bumping into all those people whom we thought we were well rid of and then,' Hello Dolly,'
...Most unpleasant

b)Can you see people back on earth, after you die?
I really dont want to know whether my kids are bonking or not and who they are doing.Most indiscrete .

c)Do you loose your corporeal body or not? I am guessing i am going to pop it when i am in my '50's , imagine going through the rest of eternity as an overweight 50 year old woman..Not fair.

d)Where do you live in heaven?Imagine all the billions of dead people out there. Me thinks there would be a shortage..of housing and other much scarier scarce resources.

e) Stands to reason that heaven therefore would only have souls ...no corporeality to crowd things up.I do hope my soul is not complete white..I would rather be candyfloss than cotton, wouldn't you?

f)Also , i would rather not confess my sins in front of those people i had committed them against. A private chat with God, no problem .....
but imagine telling your ex best friend,' hey you know what , it was me who started that rumor that u slept with most things which moved and some that did not.' Most humiliating..

g)And what about sins done unto me, i dont want apologies, is there some way in which one can exchange all those misdeeds into some extra luck, love,money , happiness for the people whom we leave behind to brighten up their birthdays and twilight hours..Ha that would be a gift worth giving.

All right this blog is becoming sickly sweet and does not reek of the depressed , down and out writer that i am...so my last comment

If a bit of heaven is available to us on a daily basis , mine would be
A day..... just like today
A home filled with flowers to return to
A washing machine which has washed and dried last weeks bundle
Wine is the fridge , Bacardi and Vodka on the dresser
A friend to share the oncoming winter evening with.. a poem, a smile, some coffee..some fallen leaves
and Sahdev, the little guard who dances without music in front of 159 Belview...