No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.
No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.
Hell is of this world and there are men who are unhappy escapees from hell, escapees destined ETERNALLY to reenact their escape.
You are outside life, you are above life, you have miseries which the ordinary man does not know, you exceed the normal level, and it is for this that men refuse to forgive you, you poison their peace of mind, you undermine their stability. You have irrepressible pains whose essence is to be inadaptable to any known state, indescribable in words. You have repeated and shifting pains, incurable pains, pains beyond imagining, pains which are neither of the body nor of the soul, but which partake of both. And I share your suffering, and I ask you who dares to ration our relief We are not going to kill ourselves just yet. In the meantime, leave us the hell alone.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories