Only The Present Counts.

Hope Is A Risk That Must Be Run.

I Can Now See To The Bottom Of My Own Depths, There Is Nothing Stopping My Gaze, No Obstacle Is In The Way. And There Is Nothing There.

If Hell Has No Answer For The Questioning Dead, It Is Not Because It Refuses To Answer (for Rigorous, Alas, In Observance, Is The Imperishable Fire), But It Is Because Hell Has Nothing To Say, Will Say Nothing Eternally.

More Often Than Not, Nothingness Is Reluctantly And Despairingly Taken To Be The Only Hypothesis Possible When All The Others Have Failed, Since By Definition It Cannot Be Disproven And Is Beyond The Scope Of Reason.

God Knows That We Should Not Despise Anything. We Must Do Our Best.