Dreams and Prophecies

Even if we do not live forever, if there is no heaven to attain to, if it turns out that my life is nothing more than a quick blip on the radar screen of billions and billions of years, I would still hope and believe that God truly exists. There must surely be a creator who is so much greater than what we see- the universe is too impersonal- too practical, too cold and relentless. What a cosmic tragedy it would be that we, mere animals in the grand scheme of things, should see all the cold chaos around us and somehow mistakenly think there is something better, grander - higher- than all we are able to see with our own eyes. It makes no sense. How could we even come to think that there is something more? Surely human beings are not that much of an anomaly. If I had always lived underwater in the dark depths of the ocean, having never even been to the surface or breathed the earth's air, would I at night dream of sunny skies and cool breezes? Those questions we ponder at the depths of our soul are there for a reason. We would not wonder about the color red if we had never seen such a color or it did not exist. I still say the fact that we question at all may be our eternal answer.