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Heaven - where unanswered questions go to live

I've developed an acute awareness of how we as a community of humans banish our intellectual honesty to the dungeon and let our denial run the gauntlet. This particular rant centers around our treatment of the subject of death with children in particular. Intelligent adults run screaming into the comfort of "heaven" at the first possibility of discussing death with children.

Where did the Fein kitty go mommy? To heaven dear. Is she going to be God's kitty mommy? Yes dear.

Cant kids handle the concept of death? Or is it that we cant handle the concept of being unable to answer the questions that follow. Why do we think we need an answer for every question. Why do we fear that when asked where do people really go when they die cant be answered and thats ok.

So when asked "Where did kitty go?" say "She ran away. We're getting a dog though"