I imagine the devil, death wondering. ... And tell me boy, what is what causes you pleasure?
Understanding what happens then think about the nature of hell.
I'm not suggesting that hell exists, I just try to say that, if it exists, its nature should consist primarily in the embodiment of several very obvious ideas, and documented, of course. The nature of hell must be formed first, from everlasting. But more importantly than that, eternity must be accompanied by several other things. be mentioned later.
For now let's try the concept of our hell examining possible responses to the question of the devil. What causes you pleasure? You may typically respond:
- I like sex (Mea Culpa)
- (Mea Culpa)
- I like to sleep (Mea Culpa)
In the first case we will automatically appear the victim in the act intercourse with a partner exceptionally beautiful. No talk of sex but it's creative, sometimes necessary, traditional in-out. The victim will feel an indescribable pleasure when you feel that your senses are developed in ways unimaginable hell. Every smell, every feeling resound in their sex and their consciousness almost burned. Everything will be infinite pleasure ... ..
In the second case a delicacy comes into your hands as you lie in bed, you head into your mouth and eat all of it. The incredible dimensions renewed flavors melt your soul with an extraordinary joy. Your stomach receives the food is filling, but not tired of getting ... ...
dream comes over in the third option, you sleep a deep sleep and your consciousness is lost it impossible to depths, but deep down you are aware of the pleasure of sleep, you think, you dream about as you please, you are king of your own dream, you're still a god. You are, after all, a new soul in hell and God the devil knows that the new should be treated with the respect they deserve ... ..
So it all begins in Hell, we might ensure that it is not at all hell. Of course, after a few years maybe sex, food and sleep in these conditions start to become pure drudgery.
The monotony soon becomes alienated.
The despair invades the victim, she tries to shed their own hell of pleasure, but can not. Is tied to his torment, and that's where the devil decides to wait several more decades. Then speed up time. The pace of in-out now lasts milliseconds, and the awareness of concerned is not capable of understanding. Despair is now just the prelude to the madness. Sex: only one thing that the body is required to make as fast a machine viscosities composed of muscles and trembling so uncontrollable. On the other hand, the dream continues. The victim tries to escape from its fog, but is forced to remain motionless. Pounding in the silence, centuries.
Obviously hell respects the unity of consciousness, but not the body. The body can unfold and multiply. Imagine that while meeting with their pleasure-torture of the victim is granted, hundreds of years after his first treatment, a new body. A life event is chosen. Did it ever any shame, public humiliation. That event is now replicated in his new body. In this humiliation, perhaps, the boys at school make fun of the victim, their defects. That event marked him as a teenager and is now offered as a simultaneous torture. But no, it does not take effect, we would say. Now you have this other problem that haunts pleasure (sex, food, sleep). So, what can affect you that little last humiliation, now that you are an adult, and he is dead, and having this other problem of infinite food passes through your throat and your mouth numb?. But years pass and the time is crystallized in eternity. It is no longer strong enough to endure the humiliation, the laughter of his colleagues are so and rhythmic sounds of his breathing during sleep, or the outputs of growths on their genitals. Wear their psychic defenses. The voices of the crowd jeering at his head to the beat of a metronome insane. Requests that all end badly.
may after another of their bodies, is tormented with another event, the head of his father over his mouth will be repeated again at their own pace: Pun Pun Pun Pun Pun Pun Pun Pun Pun, again and again. All the painful events of his life be repeated. All at once, all manifold. a dance in a circle that never ends.
Millennia later while, eating, sleeping and while having sex, will be consumed by fire. A serrated knife will be buried in his ass, again and again every segundo.Pero everything very slowly. Between each new torture centuries pass, the devil does not want to overwhelm your senses. Quite the contrary. Interested to feel everything as perfect as possible. You will provide all necessary body, while your conscience gets all these sensations highly differentiated and lilting.
Sooner or later the devil stick with consciousness itself. Begin to feel emotions very well chosen. Depression, psychosis, fear. There will be no place in your mind where you hide. Your multiple bodies in the meantime will be attacked by new sensations that are repeated and unrelieved. Remember passing centuries between one thing and another. I guess the devil with a checklist detailing the torture to come for the thousands of millions of residents of their home, and yet full of laziness eons pass in his chair .... Well, you have to leave enough time, and although not believe in hell time makes sense.
You realize, too late, that these multiple bodies are one, that all these penalties come together in a single thing of flesh composed of multiple dimensions. By then the food will no longer have taste and become the shit. Your throat is sore and your stomach filled with gas and indigestible junk.
'll sleep, but you will be aware of how your body is rotting and insects living take over all slit your face. But you'll be asleep.
Your sex will not support the punishment and begin to ooze and skinned, but will be tied to your jerky and infinite in-out. You endure cramps and pains and there will be. With your lustful indeterminate sex partner moaning with pleasure, and even her moans will be intolerable while penetrating or leave penetrate vomit on your body. But then will force you to swallow your own vomit while sleeping.
Of course, like sex, food and sleep. Let's see what you think about it all the time in grotesque proportions, for all eternity. Feel all at the same time: sex, humiliation, pain, fear, laceration, depression, fuck, blow, finger in the ass, throbbing headache, heard simultaneously by a single oil spill you, there will be violated by an elephant, you cry the most terrible humiliation, hear the voice of your enemy smiling and decibel sound impossible shatters your eardrums, and so on. ... ... Over the centuries forget you were once human. Everything will be as a two-tone music that repeats: t Ra Ra ta ta ta Ra Ra Ra ta ta ta Ra Ra Ra ta ta ta Ra Ra Ra ta ta ta Ra Ra Ra ta ta ta Ra Ra Ra ta ta Ra Ra Ra ta ta ta ta Ra Ra Ra ta ta ta Ra Ra Ra ta ta ta Ra Ra Ra Ra ta ta ta Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra ta ta ta Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra ta ta Ra ... ...
can not yet describe hell as we wish to present. The language fails to conceive the multiplicity, that boredom and that repetition.
But all I have now are stupid words. Metaphors of decadent human industry, so you'll have to suffice.
Ennui and Repetition. Fundamental concepts to understand the idea of \u200b\u200ba hell in eternity, for eternity only the formal framework, sand, possible. But of course, no metaphysical sentimentality with hell. The Greeks had already said everything and just need to upgrade your legacy. To hell with the story that hell is away from God, or is a state of mind. own stupid new age of Christian (which began with John Paul II (God rest his soul, for his hell begin, at his request, with a swarm of butterflies line stroking the perineum)), and within months I imagine scientists, priests and pastors deal, arguing that Hell is a quantum state of matter where the function wave collapses "the way is not" (translate to the reader ignorant: "It's all about perspective ... what a shame you ).
I do not believe in hell, I find the idea of \u200b\u200bburlesque, too mammalian servile. But if hell exists, I can not imagine it otherwise. Stunning, incomprehensible, ridiculously mundane. So respectful of the values own humanity: the repetition and boredom.
Note to the Dear Reader: Long time no write. I'm a little rusty with writing, so the rear métanse expectations ... In hell there are not.
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