I had a a quite mundane evening. Ate my tea, did some reading then watched 'cult of the suicide bomber II' which just made for terribly depressing viewing. How anyone is taken in by all the poisonous ideology combined with stupid fairytale happiness once it is done is beyond me. I just don't get the idea of a paradise at all, as a concept. What do we do there? Just sit around and go on about how great this eternal paradise is? Although I struggle to grasp the nature of me dying in the future I still can't believe there's any sort of existence that is eternal after it all. Our human minds struggle with things such as eternity but from a human perspective how could eternal bliss be possible? I mean, the very word, 'eternal', is an ungraspable thing. Even this universe had a start and will probably have an end. Possibly before starting again but there is still a point where time and matter began and where time and matter will end. So if something as mind-bendingly vast as a universe has a lifespan, how can we go somewhere that just 'is', forever? And would we realistically want that? I dunno. Listening to some of these extremist fellas last night saying 'oh yeah, my brother (who was a suicide bomber in isreal) will be up there in a special house of god, if I had the guts, I would do the same thing' and all I could think was 'I really want to slap your face repeatedly and shout WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!'. How does anyone except that if there's a God he would want this? Saddening.
Read some more of my book on Rwanda before my bewitched settee dragged me in to sleep even though I wasn't tired. So it forced me to go to bed at half 10 where i tried to read a bit of my other book about hidden dimensions, but just fell asleep after a few pages. I had a horrible dream where I was walking through a sort of refugee camp and there were people trying to grab me from out of stream of excrement, mud and bodies.
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