Maybe Heaven...Maybe Hell...

OK, more on the not-among-the-living theme...I thought about that last phrase, and dead theme didn't seem to work. Dead seemed to modify theme, rather than being the subject of the theme...I may be being really picky. This is my blog and I can be picky if I want. I suspect that the winter weather is affecting my thought processes. I normally try to stay more upbeat. In fact, most of the time I feel just about immortal. After all, I have been here every day since I was born, haven't I? Evidence would then indicate that I will be here tomorrow as well.

Anyway

I once dreamed that I had died. I found myself in a huge corn field. The corn was ready to be harvested. As far as I could see there were farmers harvesting the corn. There were men picking corn by hand. They were grasping the corn, pulling it off the stalk and husking it with their bare hands. They put the corn in sacks and hauled the sacks out of the corn.

Other men were also picking corn by hand. They were using picks to husk the corn, and were throwing into horse drawn wagons. There was an ear of corn in the air at all times from these men. Still others were binding the corn into shocks. Other men were picking up the shocks of corn and still others were snapping off the ears and loading them onto husking beds.

There were one row cornpickersand two row cornpickers drawn by tractors. The tractors ranged for the most antique to the most modern. Some of the men were running self-propelled combines. Those ranged from Huge with multirow headers to very very small. From air conditioned cabs to driving platforms right out in the weather with the farmer sitting out like a sore thumb. Every where I looked there were farmers harvesting corn, using what ever means of harvest that had ever been.

Any where I looked were wagons full of the corn harvested by these farmers. The amount of corn to be harvested, and that already harvested was beyond imagining. Never had I seen such a harvest. I was amazed.

My father drove by picking corn with a two row pull type cornpicker. He had the biggest smile on his face. He was in Heaven! As far as he could see there was corn and corn to harvest. Never had he imagined such a bountiful harvest. His happiness was there for everyone to see, for anyone to see. This was indeed Heaven to him.

I too, was harvesting corn. My wagons were full and my rows were never ending. I was harvsting corn with no breakdowns and no troubles. That sounds great doesn't it? Everywhere I looked was corn, and as soon as I got my rows picked. more rows appeared. My situation was exactly like my father's. But to me this was Hell!

No matter how hard I worked, no matter how long I worked, the corn harvest would never be Done! I could not finish. I was doomed to just work and work and work. The bountiful never ending harvest that made my father so happy only filled me with dread and anxiety. This was Hell to me. I didn't mind the work, but to never get done, ever, that was my worst fear.

My father's Heaven, and my Hell, were the same place at the same time! Forever! I wonder if that could be true...or if it is true...