At the final judgment, that great inquiry, how many pages will you rip from your diary?

Play with me for a moment, whether you believe in this sort of thing or not. Assuming there is a Day of Reckoning and/or a Book of Deeds, will you attempt to cover those pages which speak of your own transgressions? Perhaps you’ve authored newer, more recent pages, addressing those previous indulgences, forgiving yourself through enlightened awareness.

Surely Christ, Vishnu, Santror and Allah will read the entire narrative. The juicier the better… right? I believe that we author our own lives. St. Peter could not possibly keep track of it all.

When that final rushing wave of Dymethyltryptamine overwhelms us all, will you carry your tome with pride and arrogance, or shall it be signed by the hand of humility?