not like a painting that’s just hanging there for ever,



…’What if … what if Heaven is real, but only in moments? Like a glass of water on a hot day, when you are dying of thirst, or when someone’s nice to you for no reason, or …’ Mam’s pancakes with Toblerone sauce; Dad dashing up from the bar just to tell me, ‘Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite’; or Jacko and Sharon singing ‘For She’s A Squishy Marshmallow’ instead of “For She’s A Jolly Good Fellow’ every single birthday and wetting themselves even though it’s not at all funny; and Brendan giving his old record player to me instead of one of his mates. ‘S’pose Heaven’s not like a painting that’s just hanging there for ever, but more like… Like the best song anyone ever wrote, but a song you only catch in snatches, while you are alive, from passing cars, or … upstairs windows when you’re lost …’

David Mitchell, The Bone Clocks, pp 33, 34.

What if Heaven is real, but only in moments?

6 thoughts on “not like a painting that’s just hanging there for ever,

  1. I remember a TV show, (Ray Bradbury?) This hippie guy died and went to hell, he was in the back seat of this car, with and old man and an old woman in the front seat, driving slow, and listening to this terrible music. The guy was tortured by the driving and the music, but the old couple seemed to be enjoying themselves immensly.
    After a time the devil appeared in the back seat with the hippie, and the hippie asked why the old couple were enjoying themselves so much if this was hell, and the devil replied, “They aren’t in hell, they’re in heave, you’re in hell”.
    In the same car.


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