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Sunday, September 19, 2010

On Hell

A place without the light of God means nothing to someone who does not feel it in this life. Hell, then, is this life, except without all the people convinced of Gods love, who are kind of annoying to the godless ones. No one is proselytizing in Hell. People just live, or remain dead, or whatever. They walk amongst themselves fucking and fighting like they did in life, and they don't even realize something is missing. For them, it never existed to be missed. Have you seen the new bagel shop? The band plays every night, even Sundays. No one bothers about doing anything good. We drift like bohemians from fields of corn to Tapas bars where nothing is forbidden to eat, to opera halls where the dancers recline nude and beautiful while the band plays on and on and on...

Hell is where you never notice the difference.

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