I think the situation from Defending Your Life or Eternity seems pretty neat for an afterlife, but realistically I think that the best we can hope for a “heaven” is living on in good memories from those we leave behind.
Being reincarnated into a well-loved house cat would be pretty dope too.
But ultimately I think our consciousness just stops and we return to the same state we didn’t exist in, before we existed.
No one has a broken webcam in 2026. Especially if ahes supposedly a company CEO, like that is a solved-today problem if it was ever true.
Also unless your dad is also loaded, there’s not a ton of incentive for a successful woman in her early forties to start a romance with someone nearly twice her age, I mean that may sound awful but I’m a woman and that’s just pragmatic. A long distance gamble on a set of old balls? If she’s just in to older men, I’m sure there are plenty in a 10 minute vicinity, she doesn’t need to fw men on the other side of the country.
He didn’t know how they worked, or? Like might as well take them away.
I heard the word “orderves” maybe 100 times, and read the word Hors d’Oeuvres also like a hundred times before I realized they were the same word. So no.
I felt so confident moving to Norway from the US because of this very phenomenon. And then someone asked me out loud if I needed a bag (in Norwegian) and I completely froze. Like what? Spoken Norwegian does sound much like how it’s written (once you know the sounds and combos) but like any language, the space between words in writing and spoken aloud are just different. And that difference is the reason I am still on kampbussen 6 years later.
That’s why I always tell my dog on walks “Crows are Bros” and never let him bother them.