My visitor sits in the living room as I describe Hitler living in heaven.
“He laughs as he walks down the path where buttercups grow along the roadside under blue skies,” I tell him. “He is dressed in Bavarian lederhosen, and as he walks in contentment, songbirds sing to snails crossing the field while grasshoppers hop about in the sun-splashed meadow.”
“Why is Hitler so happy?” asks my visitor. “Shouldn’t he be in hell roasting in torment and agony?”
“Depends on who you want to believe,” I said; “–which brainwash fits your nature. Some say he is in hell, others say he is in heaven.”
Death seems to be a world of contradiction. Not everyone is in accord with what one will find there. Beliefs abound, but all they are are hearsay. Some hold these mindsets to such a degree that they will die or kill for their assumed validity without so much as a scrap of evidence to uphold their virtue. All their irrational actions are based entirely on their beliefs generated by dreams or intuition or deluded outlook that God himself is talking to them.
Some psychics swear there is a hell; others say there isn’t.
Some people believe in a Second Coming; others say not so.
Some believe in life after death; others say it's nonsense.
Some swear the world is ending; others say it’s a no-go.
“It all seems so confusing,” says my friend. “They can’t all be right. What do you believe?”
“What I believe is not important,” I said. “The question is, what do you believe?”