I believe in the second coming and paradise on earth, because I cherish the idea of sitting my great-to-the-power-of-ten grandchildren on my knee in a billion years and telling them about the time a pink cartoon rabbit talked about her feet to an audience of over six thousand people, then shaking my head at the looks on their faces and reflecting that in all my post-physical existence surrounded by angels and seeing the new scrolls of Revelation opened, I will still possess knowledge that will never be understood by even the most infinitely prolonged of my immortal peers.