I don't know. I used to believe in Heaven, like it was some world up in the clouds where you become an angel and sing all day long. Then my mum died and I thought, that's stupid. How can she be an angel and be happy and sing songs when she knows we need her here? I was eighteen and angry. I couldn't believe that she was out there somewhere, at peace. It just felt like she was gone.
I understand how you feel, 'bout your Mom. I lost [ He pauses, writes, deletes, writes again, and finally finds a way to put it vaguely enough that he won't choke up just looking at the screen. ] someone I'd give the whole world for, to give her just the slightest breath of a chance. There was no reason in the universe, for her not to get it. But she didn't. So yeah. Heaven - heaven I'm not so sure about.
Yet I can't quite feel like people we've lost are completely gone, either.
The more I think about it, the more I think that Heaven was a pretty small concept in the first place, compared to what's out there.
And I know you've seen a lot stranger shit than me, but - I saw enough to know that whatever I knew about the universe just ain't all there is to it, you know?
I certainly know what you mean, though. Some things I've seen have certainly shown me that there's more to human beings than a body and a brain. There's something left, something more important.
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[There's the rub, though - she can't imagine she ever would have been done.]
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But there's a difference between lovin' someone, and knowin' that's what you should be doin' with your life.
If that makes sense.
And if I know you, Clara - I don't think you'd ever be done explorin'.
There's just too much out there.
With all your crazy ass time travel and shit.
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And I will be done, one day - that's part of the deal with my heart. But not until I've seen everything I can.
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But who knows what happens after that.
Maybe part of you will just keep on explorin' anyway.
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I don't know. I used to believe in Heaven, like it was some world up in the clouds where you become an angel and sing all day long. Then my mum died and I thought, that's stupid. How can she be an angel and be happy and sing songs when she knows we need her here? I was eighteen and angry. I couldn't believe that she was out there somewhere, at peace. It just felt like she was gone.
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Yet I can't quite feel like people we've lost are completely gone, either.
The more I think about it, the more I think that Heaven was a pretty small concept in the first place, compared to what's out there.
And I know you've seen a lot stranger shit than me, but - I saw enough to know that whatever I knew about the universe just ain't all there is to it, you know?
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I certainly know what you mean, though. Some things I've seen have certainly shown me that there's more to human beings than a body and a brain. There's something left, something more important.
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But yeah. Exactly.
There's gotta be more to us than meat. There's somethin' that lasts.
So your mum's still out there, in some way. And when we're gone, there'll be something of us out there, too.