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there seems to be a lot of talk going round about eternal life.


and i daresay,
it's all a little out of proportion.


everything's supposedly about the afterlife, the room beyond,
what
happens
next.

and excuse me if i'm disrupting the orthodoxy here,
- like a kid accosting the uniformed sergeant major on parade
with a big inflatable banana -
but that's what i like to do.


and so,
if i may:
what if He didn't actually mean living forever at all?
what if this kind of eternal life implied something quite different?

say, for example,
that we think of it - life - as a cup.
after all, that's quite a common metaphor
(a cup of joy, a cup of suffering, and so on...)

and so, this
cup
has to be drank,
every lost drop.

(not deliberately making it sound like a chore),
this is your life,
drink it,
taste it,
gurgle and schplurgel it.

and then,
what if it being eternal
meant that
the cup
never ran dry?

like,
the drinking always kept going,
kept pouring,
there was always more to have because it was eternal,
and therefore the invitation
to accept eternal life
was not so much
to have a mediocre nextlife forever,
but to have lots of
genuine
ecstatic
blissful
life right now, ongoing,
filled up to the max.

eternal as in a rate,
and not as in a period of time.

life to the full.


full.


full?


well then,
let us drink.