“Do you see that spot, that place where the clouds touch the sun?”
“Yes, sweet girl… It’s beautiful.”
“Do you think that is where heaven is?”
“I don’t think heaven has quite such a fixed position.”
“I used to believe things about heaven… about who I might meet there one day.”
“Used to? You don’t anymore?”
“I don’t know. I think my idea of what heaven is has changed.”
“Tell me, little one.”
“Maybe heaven isn’t in the clouds, all white and comfortable… perhaps it’s really in the sun, where our spirits might feed the glow and light up the earth. Maybe heaven is really about fulfilling our destiny, ending our existence with something magical…”
“So, you don’t believe you’ll see your family again? Or friends? Or the loves of your life?”
“Not with my eyes, they are part of my body. I won’t hear them or touch them or get to kiss them…”
“That is sad, baby.”
“No, it is real. The human spirit has so much potential, I can’t imagine wasting it sitting around on clouds all day.”
“You have grown. Such strong ideas. But, what of God? Have you lost your faith?”
“God wouldn’t want us to be trapped within the limitations of our relationships. I think my idea takes Him into account more than yours.”
“Perhaps… Who can say?”
“Not you.”
“No. Not me.”
“I will be a solar flare. My spirit will burn hotter and brighter than many others, and I will be felt in our very atmosphere. My light will shine further than you could even imagine. A spark of magic that will not go unnoticed.”
“And what of me?”
“…Darkness is powerful, too.”
“But not as powerful as light, pretty girl. The dark will always be overtaken by the light.”