I was thinking about this at lunch too. Or along these lines. How “reality” feels like an arbitrarily delineated intersection of of the infinites of space and also time that’s designed to create an artificial space for souls to be tested and sorted. The goal being to test, life should be a struggle mostly, pushing people to bounded limits to illicit genuine reactions to artificial stress stimuli. Dying is just the consciousness re-merging with the infinite, albeit sorted. And all you’re left with is your consciousness and knowing who you really are by the choices you made when everything felt finite and of critical importance. And heaven and hell are the feelings people have being stuck back in the infinite knowing all their flaws, foibles, and follies. And either you learned about Christ, forgiveness, love, compassion, mercy, and repentance, or you didn’t. Those things will help you to feel the joy of heaven in the infinite, regardless of the mistakes you made in your life, because you can see that you are imperfect but tried your best, or you can’t. #stonedthoughts 😂 not high at work, just high on life