A Short Stay in Hell

by Steven L. Peck

Strange, how a moment of existence can cut so deeply into our being that while ages pass unnoticed, a brief love can structure and define the very topology of our consciousness ever after.

Oh man first paragraph

Euclidian

Pls with the geometry

Forgive me. I’m getting far ahead of myself.

Feelings by page 3 is so impressve

Create a few beings; those that don’t obey you roast forever?

Lol

After this long I am not bitter – I barely feel at all. Now I only search.

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Was there no diversity in Hell?

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do you stay with someone when there are no dreams to build? No purpose to accomplish? No meaning? No meaning – that was the monster that drove us away from one another in the end. Always.

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I rubbed her hand and she sighed; wasn’t that meaning? Wasn’t that something we could cling to? I could be with this other. I could form no other relation, but maybe her hand in mine was enough,

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I loved her. That is enough.

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heaven would be as full of difference as Hell was of sameness.

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Finite does not mean much if you can’t tell any practical difference between it and infinite.

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Anticipation is a gift. Perhaps there is none greater.

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