heaven

so I know I've been talking about Heaven as like, trenches and astronomical bodies and physical space, but that's just because I haven't figured out a good way to write about a heaven so removed from humanity's experience of the world that language fails.

because my favorite thing is a heaven that isn't a physical space, isn't a thing the way the world is a thing, populated with beings that are also not things, so nothing occupies space and nothing occupies time they're just math and vacuum except not because those are things and you see why I'm having problems with this.

but then you get this great idea of humanity showing up for that eternal life they were promised, and humanity is just so fucking used to three-dimensional space and experiences of time that they warp the non-universe around them and it's all a great experiment in subjective idealism

because an angel isn't a thing but when humanity is faced with an angel, it expects a thing and so angels are suddenly things and heaven is suddenly a place, and it's all very confusing if you're accustomed to existing simultaneously in twenty-six dimensions and none at all.

(humanity gives heaven weather.)

(weather. in heaven.)

(why???)

so humanity goes around retooling heaven in their image of earth's image, making things from not-things and calling it good, leaving the angels to scramble helplessly after them. (heaven was operating off newtonian mechanics for centuries, it was a nightmare. every time the angels wanted to go faster than the speed of light they had to deliberately avoid thinking about maxwell's equations or end up slamming into a paradox.)

and anytime an angel tries to complain, god laughs.

fucking creators, man.