Natural Anarchy Heaven
Anarchy, it should have been said, is workable only in two places—Heaven (where they don't need it) and Hell (where they have it).
But in Hell is the civilized form of Anarchy—which in its extreme is some sort of Totalitarianism which no doubt had been preceded by some kind of tyranny-of-the-majority Democracy.
The Anarchy that Heaven would have, if only Heaven needed it, would be Natural Anarchy, which in contrast to the power-crazed civilized form is a no-power, hence no-government world. Everyone just does what they please and, because it is Heaven, there is no problem. Only they don't have such a Natural Anarchy in Heaven—they have God instead, and so don't need it.
Only now, imagine a Heaven in which God isn't God. He thinks he is, but isn't. Instead you have this Natural Anarchy. But also you have a great variety of opinions and beliefs. So that in Heaven you have not only Christians but Atheists, Buddhists, Moslems, Hindu, Agnostics, Stoics and so on. Those who in their life on earth collected together into religions and so on tend also to collect together after death, in Heaven.
The Christians tend to gather together around God, who it turns out after all is Jesus himself. So that the Christians all come together and recognize the true Christian doctrine in a grand brotherhood (though some are poor losers and refuse to believe God and go off on their own or join the Taoists or the Hindu; while others keep on with their own little interpretations of, say, the Trinity regardless of the direct teachings of God—it is 'their own' understanding of it, they say).
And of course there are the Atheists, some whom are philosophers, some whom are not and instead farm for a living. But no Capitalists or Communists or Bourgeoise—after all this is a story about religion and lets keep it small. We are in Heaven, after all. We want to keep the vicious elements out.
Of course, it is a strange thing about Heaven. It is still subject to the sun and stars and moon, and there is even a wind there—a blue wind at that. And it has trees and grass and plants and you can farm if you like. Or you can sit and listen to Jesus or Mohammed or Gautama Buddha philosophize and teach. You can lean back against a tree in the shade and just listen—or look up and see birds in fall flight across the sky, or peek down among the little blades of grass and see the little ants about with their lives—these are the ants that have gone to Heaven, so you needn't worry about being ant-bitten by them at all—for again this is Heaven and “all creatures that liveth upon the earth” live in harmony, and are very nice about it.
All in all it makes an interesting story, doesn't it?
Most interesting, however, are the farmer atheists—they farm their farms, plow and plant and weed and harvest and store, as if they were still alive on earth—as if they had never heard of Heaven. Heaven looks like earth to them, so some instinct tells them to live as if it was.
But it is an interesting story, this Heaven of Natural Anarchy.
