I prefer “Nirvana” as a term for what is, you know, the great beyond. Some like the word “Heaven”, but it seems to carry a lot of excess Judeo-Christian-Islamic baggage, and for what it’s worth, schizophrenic patriarchs with flowing white beards and candy in one hand and a whip in the other are just NOT my cup of theological tea. Oh yeah, and since male chauvinism is on the wane, those celestial virgins of “Paradise” are out as well.
Nirvana has a nice, sort of ambiguous ring to it, but please don’t refer to it as the ‘void’. Now that term, at least to me, is really scary. Voids and black holes seem to come from the same place and they just don’t sound the least bit inviting.
As a child brought up within the clutches of the Catholic Church it was important that we repeat the Credo — ‘this I believe, mumble, mumble, mumble...’ on a daily basis. But then I grew up, and like a cicada shucking its juvenile shell I crawled out from under those limiting beliefs and began to sing. Realized that it was important to discover my own ‘credo’, something that I personally believed and not the muttered words of some long dead religious zealot. Needed something I could really believe in and let those musical notes vibrate through my entire being.
Along the way discovered that death is not a prerequisite for the enjoyment of life, ‘nirvana’ or whatever. NOW was the key. Pleasant, liberating revelation.
Hey, what YOU believe is your choice, but a very wise friend was so bold as to suggest that we create our own realities. He even once whispered in my ear, “hey, if it isn’t fun, then don’t do it”.