I’ve often wondered whether our critical or even abstract thinking will have a place in Heaven. (Or your choice of afterlife)
Will our brain cells be needed? How about our artistic touch? While it's understandable that "plotting" might not be necessary or could be deemed inappropriate, does that mean that horror, mystery and novelists of most genres will be stuck writing parables and songs of worship?
Here’s a poem or perhaps just a simple reflection on this topic.
Where do writers go?
What do you mean—like when they die?
I played flute in high school and even some piccolo
but I’m not a harpist.
You can sing. I've heard you.
Yes, but I don't play trumpet or lute.
Oh, but they sing and have lyrics to their songs.
Who do you think writes those songs?
So they do have a place?
Yes, they’ll have a place
and so will you.
Do you think there's a place for creativity and talent? Is it wrong to wonder?