What if there is no life after death?

Well, then there is nobody who could complain, nothing.

And if there is life?

Then you will meet those you don`t like.

Who are those I don`t like?

Well, these are the ones who make you feel alive by anger and uproar.

And who are those who make me feel alive by love?

Those are the ones telling you to take those who you don`t like as they are.

You mean, love makes anger and uproar and ugly people a tool of life?

No, love makes you a tool of life.

How is that?

Because Jesus loves you, all other consider you an asshole. Hahahaha...

I am an ashole? And the others?

See, you always look at others! That exactly prevents you from making you feel alive by love.

You mean anger and uproar and ugly people keep me alive in order to see love?

Something like that. You shall see others as being part of you, and as you love you shall concede them that they love too in their own way.

So anger and uproar and the ugly ones are hidden faces of love?

You got it. And the most hidden face of love is death.

You mean there is life after death?

No, I mean there is life before death. The other you will have to see for yourself...