What if what’s up there
isn’t heaven?
What if hell is not below?
What if both are not places
but presences —
things that live in the spaces
all around us,
shifting their nature
according to our thoughts?
What if we know nothing
about death or dying?
What if we don’t go anywhere —
we’re just absorbed into atmosphere?
And what if that atmosphere
is already full
of all we call heaven
and all we call hell —
which means, while we’re alive,
we’re walking inside
whatever is inhabiting our head?
What if?
📷 Header Photo: Lake Houdraman at dawn, Quilpie. Taken by me, coffee in hand, lazily ignoring all my “proper” camera gear behind me. iPhone did the job just fine.
