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The monster on the ice was just another manifestation of a Devil that wanted them dead. And that wanted them to suffer.
Why does our species always have to take our full measure of God-given misery and terror and mortality and then make it worse?
If there is a Hell—in which I no longer Believe, since this Earth and some of the People in it are Hell enough for any Universe—I
Life is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
Life is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. It has no plan, no point, no hidden mysteries that make up for the oh-so-obvious miseries and banalities.
