/lit/ - Literature

I have become open to the feeling of relishing in the pain and despair of others. Throughout my life I've felt downtrodden by the cruelty of them and now that the wheel of fortune has tossed them under I cannot help but marvel at the poetic grace of due punishment. Hell exists for beautiful reasons and I take delight in witnessing as its thralls torment those who once thought themselves so secure in their prideful callousness. As for me a bleak numbness has fallen over my heart and I am barely receptive to my own suffering as I have spent years cultivating inner fortitude. There is no good and evil here in this miserable scheme, but as Milton said "The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n."