My childhood was full of deep sorrows -- colic, whooping-cough, dread of ghosts, hell, Satan, and a Deity in the sky who was angry when I ate too much plumcake.
My childhood was full of deep sorrows -- colic, whooping-cough, dread of ghosts, hell, Satan, and a Deity in the sky who was angry when I ate too much plumcake.
Hell is oneself Hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and nothing to escape to. One is always alone.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories