The place between heaven and hell in which souls are resting before their journey … hmm ...
Seems almost like my room, last night, when below, from the apartment downstairs ( ground floor ) there were screaming and shouting, crying and dirty words flying out the windows ( the elderly couple, living there in sin, were in big shape ). Same time, from the apartment above, second floor, the family of 7 ( 7th heaven lol ) who has taken the “road to salvation” for some time now, was having a religious song night, and the songs were overflowing my walls as I was trying to read Bulgakov’s novel “The Master and Margarita”( ironic isn’t it? ).
Despite the fact that I’ve reduced hell and heaven to infamy and zealotry … the comparison with purgatory still stands.
Infamy attraction which is pulling us down like a gravitational force, while the pressure of righteousness over our heads is pushing us in the same direction…
Seems like we don’t stand a chance in hell to raise, through only our powers, above the sludge of the planetary soup we came from, washed ashore… like shells … we long for the ocean, for the calm…. for the absolute…
So, goin’ down? /:)
Seems almost like my room, last night, when below, from the apartment downstairs ( ground floor ) there were screaming and shouting, crying and dirty words flying out the windows ( the elderly couple, living there in sin, were in big shape ). Same time, from the apartment above, second floor, the family of 7 ( 7th heaven lol ) who has taken the “road to salvation” for some time now, was having a religious song night, and the songs were overflowing my walls as I was trying to read Bulgakov’s novel “The Master and Margarita”( ironic isn’t it? ).
Despite the fact that I’ve reduced hell and heaven to infamy and zealotry … the comparison with purgatory still stands.
Infamy attraction which is pulling us down like a gravitational force, while the pressure of righteousness over our heads is pushing us in the same direction…
Seems like we don’t stand a chance in hell to raise, through only our powers, above the sludge of the planetary soup we came from, washed ashore… like shells … we long for the ocean, for the calm…. for the absolute…
So, goin’ down? /:)
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thought-provoking write up...
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