Eternal Damnation

And God said, “Let us make Man in Our image, after Our likeness. They shall rule over fish of the sea, the birds of he sky, and over the animal, the whole earth, and every creeping thing that creeps upon the earth.” So God created man in His image, in the image of God. He created him; male and female He created them.

Our body is a machine for living. It is organized for that, such is its nature; leave life alone there and let it defend itself: it will do more than if you paralyze it by loading it down with remedies. Our body is like a perfect watch that must run for a certain time; the watchmaker is not able to open it, he can only handle it by feel and blindfolded. Our body is a machine for living, that’s all.

Great is love, and what shall prevail against it? Better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. (There’s so many ways to act. And there’s many shades of black.) Love your brother like you like yourself.

But whom to love? To trust and treasure? / Who won’t betray us in the end? / And who’ll be kind enough to measure / Our words and deeds as we intend?

“Relax”, said the night-man. “We are programmed to receive. You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave”.

And it happened when they were in the field that he rose up against his brother and killed him.

“You can’t handle the truth! It is as a soldier that you make you and as a lover that you make war!”

“I am a soldier! I fight where I am told, and I win where I fight! Vain are all barriers…All enemies will be at our feet.”

The island was scorched up like dead wood-Simon was dead-and Jack had…The tears began to flow and sobs shook him. He gave himself up to them now for the first time on the island; great, shuddering spasms of grief that seemed to wrench his whole body. His voice rose under the black smoke before the burning wreckage of the island; and infected by that emotion, the other little boys began to shake and sob too. And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair, and un-wiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.

Mama!? Mama!?? Please don’t die mama! Take me up and down on primrose hill! Isn’t everyone apart of everyone else?

Things fall apart.

This even-handed justice commends th’ ingredience of our poisoned chalice to our own lips….One cried “God bless us” and “Amen” the other, as they had seen me with these hangman’s hands, Listening their fear. I could not say “Amen” when they did say “God bless us.”

“Surely the good are not pleased to be made equal with the evil!” “Who knows how the gods see good and evil…Yet what law of heaven did I offend? Ah, why should I look to the gods any more, for I see they do not hear me, but let me suffer the punishment of the impious for doing a pious deed. If my fate indeed is pleasing to the gods, when I have suffered my doom no doubt I shall learn my sin.”

“O ill fated man, may you never know who you are.”