The Nun of Hell
| At the dawn of time, Yahweh fought Leviathan, overpowered him and enclosed him into the stagnant waters and the stormy ocean. Subsequently, he created the world. At the end of your imparted time, you will confront Leviathan in his swamp... |
In front of such a tangle of causes and consequences, how not to be resigned ? Yes, for resignation means wisdom. Madmen are those who can not stand the world to be unfair, those who can not sustain that it is the reign of chaos and inequality. This feeling is so unbearable to them that they make up inferences and fictions in order not to be engulfed in the blazing fire of guilt. They will tend to burn other men in it. So everybody will be involved in their own mind discomfort. They have built all kinds of systems securing a compensation for the destitute and a punishment for those who enjoy the present world.
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| Chaos has not stopped since. Let's rather say that its nature has changed. From nothingness, it became over-abundance. From a shapeless mass, it turned into complexity. |
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| There is no longer one cause to the way the world goes, but many, leading to cumulative or opposite effects. Human maliciousness causes grief. But righteousness does it just as well, not to mention the long-lived Creator's negligence, who got mixed up in the distribution of his punishments and of his benevolence. | |||
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However, human condition, you know it, is not one but manifold. There are as many as there are men on earth. The necessities of the ones are the luxuries of the others. The object of intransigence of some will be a peccadillo for others. Because chaos is in human nature. So why look at the needy with eyes of pity ? What did we get rid of God at last for if it is to reinstate guilt through one's neighbour's look upon one's own conscience ? | |
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Are you ashamed of being born at home rather that in Bangladesh or in the middle of the African bush, among war and famine ? Go and burn in the fire of Hell ! On the muddy riverbank that you have reached, you pick up a branch and turn it into a stake. The monster will be kept away, then, you will drive the point into his thorax ! You will do it without any trouble. Your way to here has only been what you made of it. And it has been quite a long way that you went on, in regards of all the traps that you managed to avoid ! |
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Yes, with a spin, you will wind his organs round your spear and put his heart in his stomach... Nothing is impossible for a demon such as you are now. Partially covered by the sleeping water, armoured chests, cut by lethal reptilian jaws, with hands still clenched on their dagger and feet with their toes apart, still appear, some of which in an advanced state of decay. The fury of war buzzes in your skull. You nimbly swirl the stake around you. | |
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But above all, what will be your valour in combat, you who are not even sure you want to destroy what gives life its flavour, that is its inconsistency and unfairness ? Would you be having a conscience dilemma, you who do not have a conscience anymore ? In fact, it is simpler than that : you are having the greatest trouble to floor him. His shell is too hard for your pike. It slips on it, bounces back, however brutal the blow is. Whether you avoid the saurian clapping jaws and his tail strokes with hopeless ease, you can not manage to pierce him and, if making light of his ineffective assaults is most entertaining for a while, an hour later all the same, you begin to get bored with that little game. |
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| You compromise... | |||
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| You fight until the end... | |||
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