I had a dream about Hell a while back. I had died and apparently didn't make the cut, so I was met at the door by the devil. He ushered me inside and explained that Hell wasn't as bad as everyone thinks, because even in Hell you have freedom of choice.
He then proceeded to show me two rooms and told me I could decide which I wanted to spend eternity in.
Opening the door to the first room, I saw it full of people(some of whom I recognized from RHP) standing on their heads in a very hot room. I thought to myself that the idea of sweating and standing on my head for all time didn't seem too pleasant.
He then opened the door to the second room. Again a sweltering room but with people standing upright(on their feet) neck deep in dung. Each was drinking an ice cold beverage. I thought that as repulsive as spending eternity standing in a dung pile was, at least they get some relief from the heat with the drinks. I told the devil I had decided that I would choose the second room. He said very well and then as he was leading me away for further indoctrination, I heard a voice come over the speaker system saying "OK everybody, break's over. Back on your heads".
Garcin:This bronze. [Strokes it thoughtfully.] Yes, now's the moment; I'm looking at this thing on the mantelpiece, and I understand that I'm in hell . I tell you, everything's been thought out beforehand. They knew I'd stand at the fireplace stroking this thing of bronze, with all those eyes intent on me. Devouring me [He swings round abruptly.] What? Only two of you? I thought there were more; many more. [Laughs.] So this is hell. I'd never have believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture-chambers, the fire and brimstone, the "burning marl." Old wives' tales! There's no need for red-hot pokers. Hell is-other people!
Jean-Paul Sartre
Originally posted by elvendreamgirlit's funny how i don't have any idea about this at all especially considering so many people have told me so often that i was giving it to them 🙂
Soooooo....what is your idea of Hell? Mine could be standing in eternity listening to somoeone ask a question or tell a story that drones on forever with no end and no point.......
in fiendship,
prad
Originally posted by marinakatombjames,
Being Blind and deaf. Had a dream abouth it the other day 😞
we used to volunteer for the Canadian National Institute for the Blind many years ago - specifically with the deaf and blind group. it is hard to believe the dignity of these people. communication was done through 'spelling out' in a coded alphabet hand to hand. of course, one doesn't know who is around and when they might talk to you so sometimes one just waits till someone shows up and mediates contact.
what is difficult to imagine is that most of the people we were with weren't born that way, but became deaf and blind for various reasons - it must have been hell. some of them had achieved things we considered amazing under the circumstances. one of them led the advocacy for that group despite the difficulties. some of them became very good friends of ours and from them we learned much about patience and good humour.
in friendship,
prad
Originally posted by pradtfI think this is my biggest nightmare. I don't think i'd be able to go on living. Everything i know, everything i will ever know or experience has or will be a direct result of these two senses. The thought of loosing that terifies me. Can you imagine the issolation. It must be like a living death.
james,
we used to volunteer for the Canadian National Institute for the Blind many years ago - specifically with the deaf and blind group. it is hard to believe the dignity of these people. communication was done through 'spelling out' in a coded alphabet hand to hand. of course, one doesn't know who is around and when they might talk to you so sometime ...[text shortened]... s of ours and from them we learned much about patience and good humour.
in friendship,
prad
Hell is...
- Dying without ever having kissed the woman of my dreams. (Though maybe Heaven is finally getting to kiss her after I die?)
- Having to re-re-re-take my calculus exam in Uni in order to graduate.
- Remembering the pain and suffering I caused to other people.
- A world without Internet.
- A computer with no power supply.
- All of the above, combined.