I wrote this essay during the Oakwood recovery process. I wish I could find the short piece I wrote while I was still suffering through it; the metaphors were much better.
In high school English senior year we covered a brief unit on religion. Despite our class size of forty-three, we had a pretty good representation of the big three, eastern philosophies, and a few atheists, too. I hadn't yet settled on a vision of the afterlife, but I still distinctly remember one version that was presented (a clip from Oprah, no less). It was heaven, purgatory, and hell in a blender; justice just escaped the blades. When we die, the idea is that we are subjected to every emotional experience we have ever caused in our lives: all the happiness we've brought, but all the misery, too. Puts our pasts in a pretty poignant perspective, doesn't it?
This is a short piece centering on the idea that religions are rarely chosen by their followers, and the resultant implications for monotheism, polytheism, and atheism.