Numinous Cacogen <mlideen@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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> I can't pity you death fanatics. Death is cheap. Anyone can see that
> the world is purgatory and run by the Devil. That takes no insight --
> even my husband admits as much.
> But I've built my own world in the middle of this one, and mine is
> better. And it's real -- I've sacrificed and made it real. Death isn't
> a real sacrifice -- life is. It's easy to love death and hard to love
> life. Life is poverty and pain, and the presence of fear is the
> presence of god. Heaven is here with us, the same as hell, and it's
> hard to tell them apart.
> I've made something real. That doesn't make me right, but it makes me
> real. I'm not taking Pascal's wager. God probably is exactly what
> Moggin says he is. But I'm alive and I love, and I am loved, and it
> matters.
> "you think that I don't even mean a single word I say
> it's only words, and words are all I have to take your heart away."
"Kicks just keep getting harder to find
And all your kicks ain't bringing you peace of mind
Before you find out it's too late, you'd better get straight..."
Not exactly my feelings (I don't object to anybody's magic
carpet ride, it's already way too late, and I don't really
care if you get straight), but close enough for government work.
-- Catawumpus
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