Aw, he's just you know. . . entrenched," Matt said. "Gotta adjust to the perspective and deal from there. " Then he added, "Not that I'd want him as my dad. . . . " Mike practically sprayed his milk. "Dude! Can you imagine?" Then Matt gave my dad a slap on the back and said, "No way. I'm sticking with my main man here. " My mom grinned from across the kitchen and said, "Me too. " I'd never seen my father cry. And he didn't exactly sit there bawling, but there were definitely tears welling up in his eyes.
In a reality made of energy, thoughts may literally be things. What if it was intended that we create our own realities after death?