Dark Matter2525 takes on the religious idea that somehow because we have free will their grand ooga-booga is somehow a less terrible entity for creating and sending people to hell.
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Before I carry on with my exploration of Miriam Van Scott’s Encyclopedia of Hell, I wanted to note that I just got my copy of her other book – the Encyclopedia of Heaven, from Abebooks. It’s dated 1999, so it’s a year later than her book on Hell. Yet it has many related topics – . . . → Read More: Scripturient: Blog & Commentary: Hell 2.3
Might be time to recap my reasons for writing this series. New readers could get confused about the content in the Hell posts, of which this is the fourth. They’re all the result of a convergence of several recent themes and activities in my life; a lot of which have to do with recent reading . . . → Read More: Scripturient: Blog & Commentary: Hell 2.2
I left you in my exploration of the Encyclopedia of Hell pondering which version of the Faustus story was better: with or without his final redemption. Personally, I prefer without, because it offers greater dramatic opportunities. I also don’t like the notion of redemption: it seems like a “get out of Hell free” card. Christianity . . . → Read More: Scripturient: Blog & Commentary: Hell 2.1, a small update
Surrounded by friends and family he passed away earlier today. While many of his policies were controversial and his legacy will be debated… the measure of him by all people, parties, and partisans will be the same. He was a hell of a guy. A mix between passion, hard nosed grit-that-gets-stuff-done, and a sense of . . . → Read More: calgaryliberal.com: Ralph Klein died today.
He had no idea how long he’d been there. It seemed like an age. All around him was the sound of the other body parts. Two pages over the heart wouldn’t shut up. Thump-whoosh, thump-whoosh, it pumped its non-existent blood, … Continue reading →
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These have been appearing everywhere in my end of the city. I mean everywhere, not just on the Scarborough side of Vic Park. When my wife sees him she’ll shit and tell me we have to move.