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Heaven and hell
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CLICKITY CLACK
Heaven and hell are merely states of mind, nothing new. At what point did our concept of survival become so complicated all the time? His face assumed a properly pride-felt persona. ‘The word, reprised, was carved in stone; we dug it up from the dust’ he said. How archaeological. My world is crouched in shadow, in any event: we will always be shaded by the skeptics. A man on the pier walks quickly past me, bumping shoulders. Must be in a rush or something. His coat was wet with salt and grime, carrying tackle box and fishing rod. Walks right by me, says hi, and continues on walking. Person with a ladder. I’m in spy mode. Bafflingly and utterly introspective, like tarnished treasure. Time to stretch. Old Nimrod makes great for that. The person who holds it holds also authority. Minus the Captain, of course…
An introspection done right.
An introspection done right. You supported your first thought by showing, not taking the easy route by telling, why it is so. Great conversational style that created a relaxed and relatable connection. And this:
“like tarnished treasure” A killer simile.
Loving this free-spirited contemplation.
Your first line is very much
Your first line is very much like the Orthodox belief that Heaven and Hell are the various souls' experience (based on how they lived on earth) of God's effulgent light.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]