Hell

Behavior Modification

Behavior Modification: Chapter XXXIX

We are about to embark on a mystical way where little dogs and big dogs alike roll on their backs in the middle of the night to receive momentarily satisfying belly rubs.  But then especially for dogs, perhaps, momentary satisfactions are one of life's special gifts, though sometimes they occur so swiftly that one doesn't notice the gift.

The only time you can purchase virtue is when you buy a good dog or pay for its release from the pound.

People who need their space discover sooner or later that they are in Hell and no one is near.  Even then a good dog might help if it were truly loved for its sake.

Zen: A riot of Angels...

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            Impossibilities?

I know the sound of one hand clapping,

Heard the toll of the wooden bell;

I've even heard the cries of the damned,

As I journeyed round the circles of Hell.

 

What I've never heard,

No matter how quiet,

Is the beat of the wings

Of an angelic riot. 

Of man's first disobedience...

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         Climate of Opinion

Paradise is lost indeed,

No one knows the Nicene Creed,

Devils flourish, so does greed--

      Alas the loss of Milton!

 

They issue forth but must return,

Demons gloat but never learn,

Thus the fires of Hell still burn--

       Alas the loss of Milton!

 

Pride and envy, anger, lust,

Gluttony, greed, they spread like rust,

With sloth you simply need adjust--

Thus the human race's undone.

        Alas the loss of Milton!

Thoughts on literature or Timeout...

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I love literature, primarily because I love stories, adventures; and at the heart of all great literature is an exciting, compelling story—an adventure.  Dante, the character in The Divine Comedy, for example, must journey through Hell, see it (really see it, both within and without) and put it beneath him or behind him (that is, reject it absolutely), if he would be saved from it. He must then climb the incredibly steep Mt. Purgatory and ascend through the circles of Heaven if he would see and know what the romantic love of his life (the Florentine young lady, Beatrice) truly means.  His adventure, like many quest adventures, begins in a Dark Wood, which leads immediately to Hell, a hideous, horrible and terrifyingly dangerous place; Purgatory begins with one of the most beautiful images in literature, the Ship of Souls ferrying the redeemed to the shores of the mountain; Purgatory itself is an arduous climb and a mixture of extremely terrifying images and extremely beautiful images in that each circle of Purgatory is governed by an angelic splendor, an Angel embodying the virtue of the circle.  Dante’s angels are beings to be taken seriously, aesthetically and intellectually.  In Heaven Dante’s ascent to God is now easy physically (he and Beatrice rise like helium-filled balloons); but Heaven is intellectually and theologically rigorous (there is even a test); Purgatory created in Dante a mind fully awake; Heaven is what the fully awakened mind truly understands about the universe of which it is a part; Heaven is also a study in the image of light and its increasing splendors.