Ya’ll I’mbout ta get real deep. Like REAL deep. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about fear, and subsequently, about Heaven. I’ve been working on my Naked Angels play, which is about a Happy woman who witnesses a random tragic death, and becomes increasingly afraid of everything (this just in: this is incredibly tricky to dramatize.)

Anywhoo, the idea for the play stems for the fact that in the last 2 years or so? I’ve suddenly become very scared of things. Plane Crashes, subway bombs and the like. The fear has not become like CRIPPLING by any means, but it just sort of haunts me like an epitaph.

And so, I ask myself, or you? or the play asks – what do we do with this fear? Fear of losing your life in some random, tragic way?  I guess if you don’t believe in heaven, of life beyond life on earth, there is nothing more terrifying than losing your life. But – if you DO believe in heaven, there is this comfort that there is life and meaning after ‘death,’ and this is comforting, and thusly, fear is suspended, and we all lived happily ever after, peacefully riding mass transit. Key word being Peace. And so, I ask myself*, or You, why would you ever not believe in heaven? Regardless of how you choose to live your life, why wouldn’t you believe in something so liberating? Discuss.

*I definitely do.