/lit/ - Literature

>>12559902

Catholicism.

>>12559902
you're living it

>>12559909
It really is

>>12559902
Imagine a place that is really really really really really really really really really really gay.

>>12559909
All right Milton

lots of brap hogs, fun as fuck, you get to hang out with all the cool nigs like schops and deleuze.
in heaven what do you do? pray for eternity? why the fuck would you want to go there?

>>12559902
Caucasian, about 6 feet tall, 260lbs, somewhat balding but with a small ponytail, brown hair, brown eyes, small breasts and beard shadow.

>>12559930
>He thinks he gets to hang out with his cool degenerate friends in hell

>>12559930
I want boomers to leave

>>12559902
a bit shit

>>12559918
Made me lol for some reason

>>12559952
Damn...

>>12559902
Constant burning of desires that will never be satisfied.

-- Last of all consider the frightful torment to those damned souls, tempters and tempted alike, of the company of the devils. These devils will afflict the damned in two ways, by their presence and by their reproaches. We can have no idea of how horrible these devils are. Saint Catherine of Siena once saw a devil and she has written that, rather than look again for one single instant on such a frightful monster, she would prefer to walk until the end of her life along a track of red coals. These devils, who were once beautiful angels, have become as hideous and ugly as they once were beautiful. They mock and jeer at the lost souls whom they dragged down to ruin. It is they, the foul demons, who are made in hell the voices of conscience. Why did you sin? Why did you lend an ear to the temptings of friends? Why did you turn aside from your pious practices and good works? Why did you not shun the occasions of sin? Why did you not leave that evil companion? Why did you not give up that lewd habit, that impure habit? Why did you not listen to the counsels of your confessor? Why did you not, even after you had fallen the first or the second or the third or the fourth or the hundredth time, repent of your evil ways and turn to God who only waited for your repentance to absolve you of your sins? Now the time for repentance has gone by. Time is, time was, but time shall be no more! Time was to sin in secrecy, to indulge in that sloth and pride, to covet the unlawful, to yield to the promptings of your lower nature, to live like the beasts of the field, nay worse than the beasts of the field, for they, at least, are but brutes and have no reason to guide them: time was, but time shall be no more. God spoke to you by so many voices, but you would not hear. You would not crush out that pride and anger in your heart, you would not restore those ill-gotten goods, you would not obey the precepts of your holy church nor attend to your religious duties, you would not abandon those wicked companions, you would not avoid those dangerous temptations. Such is the language of those fiendish tormentors, words of taunting and of reproach, of hatred and of disgust. Of disgust, yes! For even they, the very devils, when they sinned, sinned by such a sin as alone was compatible with such angelical natures, a rebellion of the intellect: and they, even they, the foul devils must turn away, revolted and disgusted, from the contemplation of those unspeakable sins by which degraded man outrages and defiles the temple of the Holy Ghost, defiles and pollutes himself.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, James Joyce

>>12560157
-- The horror of this strait and dark prison is increased by its awful stench. All the filth of the world, all the offal and scum of the world, we are told, shall run there as to a vast reeking sewer when the terrible conflagration of the last day has purged the world. The brimstone, too, which burns there in such prodigious quantity fills all hell with its intolerable stench; and the bodies of the damned themselves exhale such a pestilential odour that, as saint Bonaventure says, one of them alone would suffice to infect the whole world. The very air of this world, that pure element, becomes foul and unbreathable when it has been long enclosed. Consider then what must be the foulness of the air of hell. Imagine some foul and putrid corpse that has lain rotting and decomposing in the grave, a jelly-like mass of liquid corruption. Imagine such a corpse a prey to flames, devoured by the fire of burning brimstone and giving off dense choking fumes of nauseous loathsome decomposition. And then imagine this sickening stench, multiplied a millionfold and a millionfold again from the millions upon millions of fetid carcasses massed together in the reeking darkness, a huge and rotting human fungus. Imagine all this, and you will have some idea of the horror of the stench of hell.

-- But this stench is not, horrible though it is, the greatest physical torment to which the damned are subjected. The torment of fire is the greatest torment to which the tyrant has ever subjected his fellow creatures. Place your finger for a moment in the flame of a candle and you will feel the pain of fire. But our earthly fire was created by God for the benefit of man, to maintain in him the spark of life and to help him in the useful arts, whereas the fire of hell is of another quality and was created by God to torture and punish the unrepentant sinner. Our earthly fire also consumes more or less rapidly according as the object which it attacks is more or less combustible, so that human ingenuity has even succeeded in inventing chemical preparations to check or frustrate its action. But the sulphurous brimstone which burns in hell is a substance which is specially designed to burn for ever and for ever with unspeakable fury. Moreover, our earthly fire destroys at the same time as it burns, so that the more intense it is the shorter is its duration; but the fire of hell has this property, that it preserves that which it burns, and, though it rages with incredible intensity, it rages for ever.

>>12559902
just read my diary desu

>>12560160
-- And yet what I have said as to the strength and quality and boundlessness of this fire is as nothing when compared to its intensity, an intensity which it has as being the instrument chosen by divine design for the punishment of soul and body alike. It is a fire which proceeds directly from the ire of God, working not of its own activity but as an instrument of Divine vengeance. As the waters of baptism cleanse the soul with the body, so do the fires of punishment torture the spirit with the flesh. Every sense of the flesh is tortured and every faculty of the soul therewith: the eyes with impenetrable utter darkness, the nose with noisome odours, the ears with yells and howls and execrations, the taste with foul matter, leprous corruption, nameless suffocating filth, the touch with redhot goads and spikes, with cruel tongues of flame. And through the several torments of the senses the immortal soul is tortured eternally in its very essence amid the leagues upon leagues of glowing fires kindled in the abyss by the offended majesty of the Omnipotent God and fanned into everlasting and ever-increasing fury by the breath of the anger of the God-head.

-- Consider finally that the torment of this infernal prison is increased by the company of the damned themselves. Evil company on earth is so noxious that the plants, as if by instinct, withdraw from the company of whatsoever is deadly or hurtful to them. In hell all laws are overturned - there is no thought of family or country, of ties, of relationships. The damned howl and scream at one another, their torture and rage intensified by the presence of beings tortured and raging like themselves. All sense of humanity is forgotten. The yells of the suffering sinners fill the remotest corners of the vast abyss. The mouths of the damned are full of blasphemies against God and of hatred for their fellow sufferers and of curses against those souls which were their accomplices in sin. In olden times it was the custom to punish the parricide, the man who had raised his murderous hand against his father, by casting him into the depths of the sea in a sack in which were placed a cock, a monkey, and a serpent. The intention of those law-givers who framed such a law, which seems cruel in our times, was to punish the criminal by the company of hurtful and hateful beasts. But what is the fury of those dumb beasts compared with the fury of execration which bursts from the parched lips and aching throats of the damned in hell when they behold in their companions in misery those who aided and abetted them in sin, those whose words sowed the first seeds of evil thinking and evil living in their minds, those whose immodest suggestions led them on to sin, those whose eyes tempted and allured them from the path of virtue. They turn upon those accomplices and upbraid them and curse them. But they are helpless and hopeless: it is too late now for repentance.

A state of complete seperation from God

>>12560149
But that's my diary desu.

>>12559902
Being able to keep getting away with shit that reinforces your bad habits and character flaws without consequence or really anyone even noticing. To act without reaction

>>12559902
my diary desu lmaooooo

being betrayed by your parents

>>12560180
What exactly is so bad about that?

>>12559902
Being alone, forever.

Imagine that when you die, you're consciousness becomes disembodied from the physical matter from which it emerged. Use whatever speculative reasoning makes this most possible for you. For me, it's imagining that the patterns of all the particles and their interactions within your mind have a non-physical "shadow" counterpart in a non-physical dimension. Like tree branches and tree roots. The tree above surface can be struck by lightning and turned to ash, yet the root structure underground remains, frozen in a static pattern -- analogous to the mental structure of your consciousness after death. So when you die, you're awareness remains as it was the moment it was destroyed. You can think, speculate, recall memories, but horrifically, you can also ruminate and suffer, inevitably drowning in an abyss of unchanging loneliness, unable to interact with reality, experience sensations or communicate with any other conscious entity. Forever. To me, that's Pure Hell. In practicality, hell is whatever small form of this realm is possible to experience in life. Total alienation and the loss of hope.

Hot

>>12559902
Incel.me or whatever it's called these days

>>12560258

This is inferred in Lake Mungo. Be careful though, it's VERY spooky.

>>12560258
Also getting stabbed in the balls

>>12559909
>Getting to Heaven is supposed to be easy
Dirty Protestant

>>12559930
deleuze went to heaven you stupid faggot

Eternal nothingness and nonexistence

>>12560180
How exactly is this different from our worldly life?

>>12560358
It isn't

>>12559930
dying to meet Hitler

>>12560212
Because intelligence is grounded by the presence of God, and to be completely seperated from Him would be to forfeit your rational capacities, to be in a state of utter and eternal disorientation and confusion, without language or signification of any sort. It's a kind of state that your mind cannot imagine, because it precludes having a mind as we understand it. This eternal dizziness is honestly more frightening than any more visceral torment the human mind can conjure up.

>>12560383
Is also a response to (>>12560358)

>>12559902

Chronic insomnia

read the visions of St. Faustina or St. Don Bosco

>>12559902
It's the spice of life. Without it, where's the fun to be had?

Being licked constantly and for eternity by the mental fires of inspiration, and indulging in the utmost joy of the act of creation.

>>12560324

"Science advances one body at a time". It's hard to find a way in which Catholics and Atheists are NOT in unison.

>>12559930
Nice wine aunt post

>>12560157
>>12560160
>>12560166
Stole the words right out of my mouth

>>12560258
I thought something similar before, I don't think it would be bad though. Your senses would stop working as your body decays and you'd just be stuck with nothing but consciousness.

It would probably be a lot like being in a k-hole. There's no physical world to limit anything so you'd just be free to create anything you please. Like a permanent lucid dream. Eventually probably making up a world so realistic you forget it's not real. Maybe that's what's happening right now?

>>12559918
so reddit?

>>12559902

cancer

>>12559930
Wait...so you do that for eternity? Sounds boring

The only place I can imagine where everyone without exception is welcome.

>>12559902
Hell doesn't exist and if you're a Christian who believes in hell as a place where your soul goes after you die, you should be burned at stake for supporting paganistic beliefs. The Bible says that you die and then resurrect as a zombie during Revelations and become a soldier for the skeleton army so if you don't believe in that, you're not a real Christian. Fuck off.

>>12559902
A fat girl sits on your face and farts on you for the rest of eternity

>>12559902
War is all hell.

>>12559902
>>/pol/

>>12560694
Damn... ive had this experience before after taking a large amount of psychedelics. I lived in a hell for hundreds of years, consistently trying to create another world within my thoughts and would try focus on deluding myself to believe it was real. Everytime i made it to my created world, my escape, i would not believe it enough to convince myself it was real, particularly because i remembered where i came from- hell and because of my disbelief the imagined world would dissappear until i was back in hell. Until finally one time i made it back to my imagined world ( i went back and forth many many times) and one of the other individuals i created ( a human) told me that i was on a drug and therefore had an explanation of the hell world, making this created world have no logical infallicies, so less doubt was in my mind about how real this was and i did not slip back into hell. I still do not know if where im living now is real but i have tk have faith that it is. Its definitely possible that the human who told me i was on drugs was just a part of me i created in order to make this world seem real, and the hell world seem fake (because the hell world was drug induced).

>>12562047
is it

>>12562151
Something like that happened to me after smoking too much DMT. It feels the world you see when you trip is so much more real that normal life. I'm fine now but 2 years ago I was really delusional thinking this life was the hallucination and DMT land was real life.

I think it's because in real life all you can see is light but when you're tripping you form a pure image in your mind that isn't light but is just there. So normal reality feels more like a TV or computer screen than the hallucinated reality does.

OTHER PEOPLE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

>>12559902
getting trapped in a two-dimensional police station in a surreal nightmare version of Ireland where bicycles and pancakes keep appearing everywhere and you eventually fuck one too

>>12559902
fear

>>12562461
Salvia?

Something that's outside of my imagination.

>>12562636
No, Flann O'Brien

>>12562641
what an imaginative response

>>12562785
Damn I'm assuming this is the book? Even the cover looks like a salvia trip

>>12559918
Des Moines

>>12562980
It certainly read like a bad trip. Still a great book though

>>12559902
India

>>12560324
Heaven and Hell are not real, Anon. The only Heaven is the one we can create here on Earth. I'm sorry you'll be too busy self-flagellating to enjoy it.

>>12559902
It's like seeing a painting you really like except the best part of it is cropped out

>>12563244
Retard

>>12559902
Absolute separation from God

Picking up your aunt from the airport while holding in your diarrhea. True story.