What do we do in paradise? What makes it such a desirable place to be? The dominant image of the kingdom of God I retained from childhood is of a sort of perpetual suburban Saturday spent on the back patio in an interminable family reunion with pious resurrected relatives.
The law of karma is as strict, relentless, and impartial as the grosser natural laws of motion and gravity. For example, if I eat the flesh of animals even though I can live as well without it, my bad karma will force me to be born as an animal and to be slaughtered myself.
