when we slip across
this is in regard to death. remember, we are not humans having a spiritual experience. we are each a Spirit, having a human experience. raised as a Christian, my young mind raced around many questions, including the issue of Time, in regards to my grandparents "waiting for me" in heaven. it didn't make sense to me. the more i thought on it --armed with some knowledge about space-time issues-- at somewhere around the age of 13 i came up with a view which makes many people pause. the premise is simple: here, in this physical reality, we see time as a linear progression and we can't seem to get around it either by heartfelt meditation nor intellectual application. in all the hymns and stories, we are told that "when we've been there ten thousands years... we've no less days to sing God's praise than when we first begun"... which is a very nice way to try to present eternity to 19th-century singers of hymns. and it was that stanza which gave me