I was listening to the Talking Heads album Fear of Music in the car this afternoon; when it got to ‘Heaven’, I started to wonder…

If Heaven is a place
where nothing ever happens
is it also a place
where nothing matters?

Imagine how quickly boredom would set in
if nothing ever happened:
                  —no eating
                   —no special occasions
                   —no sex (!)

The old man and his dog in the Twilight Zone episode
wouldn’t be able to go hunting

Mindy Kaling would have no Twitter feed

You couldn’t watch the sun rise or set
marvel at the full moon
or wish upon a star

There’d be no reason to laugh
no reason to cry
no reason to love

So why do we call it Heaven?

(13 March 2015)