I've never taken someone's post and put the opposite spin on it, but here it goes...oh and I can't draw worth shit...
this is what I picture when I think of fundamentalists.
I see a fundie sitting in a chair facing a door with the word 'heaven' on it. Around the door, forming a room, are glass walls, ceiling, and floor. Through the glass, if the fundie cares to look, he can see people living out their lives. Loving, learning, being silly, enjoying themselves, discovering what the world has to offer. Occasionally the fundie will look around himself and look at the joy, happiness, fun and, yes, heartache, but always, always he turns back with yearning to the door with the word 'heaven' on it.
He cannot grasp that what he glimpses around his glass room is Life. He cannot grasp that to purposely choose not to live it is the worst 'sin' he can commit. Not a sin against god, but a sin against himself.
The scenes outside, in his mind, are sinister because that's the way he was taught. He can't understand how anyone could disobey God's laws and lose their chance at eternal life. He 'knows' in his heart that he must suffer now in order to know 'true' love and joy the way god meant it to be.
As his life continues his heart fills with hate, frustration, jealousy and self-righteousness. He yells at the glass, denouncing what he sees, but always, always turns back to the door with the word 'heaven' on it....
He is now old his time has come. He feels his reward is at hand. Soon, he thinks, the door with the word 'heaven' on it will open and he'll leave the world of sin. He'll go to heaven and finally be able to experience for himself the love and joy he saw around him all his life. He looks around himself one last time at all that he perceives to be evil. A smile crosses his lips and he dies....
Sadly, had he once gotten up and tried to open the door with the word 'heaven' on it he would have found it led outside to the world he had watched all these years. Nothing magic about the door, it was just a door. Had he walked outside and looked back at the door he would have seen, on the other side, the word 'hell.' Because heaven and hell are both here on earth. And each of us must determine which we'll live in.
Wow. Not at all what I started out to do but I kinda like it. Actually, I wish I had more time to work on it now. Maybe I'll save it for the next creative writing workshop I take. Or turn it into a 'concept' video. Sorry it's so long.
constructive comments welcome. (I'll probably regret it, lol)
