And find myself exactly where I was and a man sitting there waiting for me. He tells me all about it.
This is my universe. Everyone has their own. Everyone who was ever alive and is now dead has their own.
There is no time in my universe. Time does not pass.
You can do whatever you want.
Well you can’t do everything you want. You can’t hurt or kill somebody else for the simple reason they’re already dead. You can break and damage things but what’s the sense – it makes no impression on anybody else because it’s your universe you’re breaking, not somebody else’s.
Your universe is exactly as it was when you died. If you died at night it is night where you are; forever.
But, you can go wherever you want. Just wish it and it is so. So, if it’s night where you are, wish to go where its light, maybe Paris?
You can go anywhere! Go to Mars. Go to XcfgnL which is in a galaxy far, far away. The aliens there also died. They can come to earth if they want but most don’t.
Children who died when very young are taken care of by those who like to do that. There are many that do – always enough.
Older children do whatever they want.
You never get bored. You can do what you want. Your universe is exactly the way you left it. Go where you want. Do what you want. If you find someone you like, do it together.
The man who explains all this to me does so because he likes to do that. He has his own universe and that’s what he likes to do – at least for a time. Although we can meet and talk and visit and do anything else, we are not in the same universe – we are each in our own. He calls himself a “greeter”. There are many others who like to do that also. It could have been a strange alien but most like to stick to their own kind.
When I died me and my universe made a small “pop”. He heard that and wished to be at this location in his universe just before I came into being. Everybody can do that. It’s hard to understand and harder to explain.
My universe is not crowded. Why not? Because nobody has to stay here; they can go elsewhere while in their own universe. That’s why I don’t see a Neanderthal sitting nearby. He’d rather stay with his own kind.
I ask the man what his name is. He says it doesn’t matter but it used to be Harry and I can call him that if I wish.
I ask about animals and he says they are in my universe also but they don’t do much of anything. They won’t bother me. They’re not dangerous. He says he doesn’t know if they go to their own universe too when they die but doesn’t think so. He says maybe they don’t have enough of their own “being” to do that but are just in other’s universes because they contain animals. He asks me what I think and I tell him I have no idea.
I am full of questions and I start asking them – one after the other. Suddenly Harry is gone. I guess he wished he were elsewhere,
I’m alone. I still have a lot of questions. I get an idea. I wish I would be where Einstein is.
I’m standing next to Einstein. He is easily recognizable with his vagrant shock of white hair. He is snipping some vines. I ask him if he can tell me about this universe business. He says I must be new. He says he doesn’t know anything about the universe. And also that he doesn’t care. I ask him what he does care about and he says he likes to grow grapes and tomatoes. I wish myself back where I was and I’m alone again.
Another idea, I wish myself to where Aristotle is. I’m sitting in the sand on a beach next to an old man wearing a sheet and sandals. The sun is bright and the ocean is calm with small combers rolling gently on to the sand. I say Hi to him and ask if the ocean is ever stormy. He says Greetings and that the ocean is always calm.
He has a cup in one hand and is letting sand from his other hand slowly drain into the cup while he intently looks at it. He never takes his eyes off it.
I ask him what he can tell me about the universe because he’s had many centuries to think about it. He says, not much.
I ask him about what he’s doing. He says he’s counting grains of sand.
I ask him why? He says maybe if he counts all the grains of sand in the universe he will know what the universe is.
I ask him how many he’s counted so far and he starts to tell me. After a while I give up listening to the long number he’s reciting and wish myself back to where I came from
I’m still alone.
Another idea. I’ll wish myself to a bar and have a beer and then go exploring. And I do.