Don't do the blue! It strains my eyes too much to see what you wrote.
But I have a thought for you about heaven.
Picture a pregnant woman who, in this story, is able to talk to the baby inside her and he or she is able to answer back.
Mom: I can't wait for you to be born so you can see sunsets!
Baby: What's a sunset?
Mom: It's when the sun goes down behind the hills and the clouds are all lit up with colors in the sky?
Baby: What the sun? What are hills? What are clouds or colors? What is the sky? You are not making any sense to me at all!
Mom: Don't worry. When you are born you will see. And I bet you will love chocolate pudding!
Baby: What's chocolate pudding? I don't know what you are talking about at all!
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I have a feeling we are about as cognizant of the reality of heaven as that little baby was about sunsets and chocolate pudding!