Chapter Fifty Four: The Lock of Scrolls

I am tired and sick of war.

Its glory is all moonshine.

It is only those who have never fired a shot

nor heard the shrieks and groans of the

wounded who cry aloud for blood,

for vengeance, for desolation.

War is hell.

William Tecumseh Sherman

Black as the devil, hot as hell,

pure as an angel, sweet as love.

Charles Maurice de Talleyrand

The safest road to hell is the gradual one --

the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden

turnings, without milestones, without signposts.

C.S. Lewis

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There is a door and it is locked, and for a good reason. Beneath the waters is a place that is dreaded by the many who are afraid of eternal death, because a certain door under the corals (of this unlikely fluid) leads to a fiery furnace, which is a destination to those who lack the faith, courage, purpose, and the complete view of the infinite promise of the natural fruits of genuine love and goodness.

Luckily though, the door was secured by seven unidentified scrolls that nobody can dare to open without regret; it was impossible to overcome the divine power that sealed those scrolls to the lock that contained eternal damnation, away from the ruthless consequences of the destructive nature of evil, if only for the time being.

Anew, the door is locked, as it should be.

Hell is something strange that is a concept too complicated to understand, and an unequivocable effort towards this approach will only produce dysfunctional appreciation of something that is paradoxical, or even dignify an oxymoron for something from all the things that it is not. In the presence of the true essence of Cosmic Linguistics as it is understood in relation to the effectivity of Magical Forestry, hell can be considered both as a predestined place or a certain condition.

In fact, hell is a substance that is sometimes created by imagination of any living soul, starting from the back of his mind and all the way to the reflective quality of his actions mirrored by the presence (or lack of) inherent virtues. For a destructive flame within its own substance gives off a false light that is rather erratic in conscious experience, vague and abstract, as much as it somehow clones the reiteration of the divine action applied equally on all created things.

Indeed, hell is also a place of eternal fire that cannot be quenched by any other force or impetus, even those that are characteristic of eternity. It is the result of a direct consequence of the existence of divinity, a duality that requires the choices to be made in the humanly creation of common destiny.

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