Saturday, September 19, 2026
The highest is surrender. The only way to feel at ease is to imagine your affairs from heaven. This isn’t macabre; it’s freeing to think that when you pass away, your estate will be cleared. Your financial burdens settled. Your possessions sold, parceled out, and used by others. All your “burdens” cast away.
What a relief! To have reached the pearly gates and left it all behind. The mess you leave behind gets cleared. Even if your corpse lay on the ground, the worms and microbes would clear it gleefully. There would hardly be any trace. I like to think about life this way—viewing all of this decay “from heaven,” dusting my hands and saying, “All clear!”
It’s amazing how the high of life is letting go. The highest viewpoint is hands-free loftiness, and from there, you can’t “reach down” to meddle in your affairs anymore. You’d have to let your heirs have an estate sale. You’d have to let someone else live in “your” house, or—God forbid—let the caretaker see “your” naked, dead body! What a helpless estate, to have no covering hands–your private affairs lay bare.
Once you get to heaven, you can’t come back. So it would be over your dead body that all this would happen. You’d have been promoted to cherub—just being a chubby kid and doing what you’d like to, flitting about.
You’d be promoted to the King of Leisure. The God of Frolicking. You’d be the one who cared less about your helpless estate and cared more about light, play, fun, and delight.
Wouldn’t that be great—to reach the heavenly state before someone has to step over your dead body and pry things out of your cold, dead hands.
Maybe you should just go ahead and get over your dead body.