Quo vadis? Is there a place, a refuge, a waiting station for souls to go to when we leave our bodies? Have you heard where this is or where it's at? I have been told by my different friends, different stories. Which story should I chose? The stories that scare me or the stories that make me happy or maybe a little of both. I'm not that sure which story I should chose. And it appears to me that my mind, which I use to make these decisions, changes so often, like the directions of the wind, that my mind can be very capricious, not always to be trusted. Minds can be fickle, changeable more often than not. So, there is the the problem, the dilemma. What to believe? What to do? My mind is like a dog chasing it's tail. A most unreliable way to make decisions. So, in the end, I have decided to chose love. Why love? Well, for me that is the one constant, other than change, that I know exists. Love is Creation. And to create is to love. And I live in creation, therefore I must be loved. And being loved means for me that I need not worry because I am loved. So when my body finally leaves here my soul need not be concerned where it is going. Whether it's heaven or hell, again and again, or some other explanation. So, I'll just rest in the knowledge that all is well in spite of my mind's inability to comprehend the incomprehensible because I am loved. visionary imagist "Joey"