After a recent discussion with some religious friends of ours about what happens after death, I got to thinking: if we could have things John Lennon’s way, with no religion, would people value their lives more knowing there is nothing after death? I think all we have is this one life. So I cherish it very much. And I want others to make the most of their lives too. Would there be more peace if there was no misconception of an after-life? “And no religion too.”
That is why I choose this semi-morbid topic to be the theme of the poem of the day. Eliot’s poem below, to me, says there is no after-life. In her words, “So to live is heaven.”
And I completely agree.
|Portrait of George Eliot by Eliana Trenam, from here|