Monday, February 18, 2008

Thongs Vs. Jockstraps

Perdition Road to Perdition - Small eschatology daily

What can write a son about his father? Who was he? Who could it be? What could or wanted to tell him yet? What
test a child after the death of his father? How does it change his life since then?

would start to remove any assurance to anyone who wants to believe in paradise does not exist. Maybe. But hell yes, it's here now. From small
a lady told me: "Life is all a scam, my pricey." An old man, on another occasion, sighed: "Youth, ah, how beautiful." Maybe wanted to spent his youth. Or maybe it was vaguely pedophile.
short, life is a buggeratura, old age even worse, death is certain. From these meager data is always matches my thoughts about the afterlife. The tale told in church that I was a bit 'too good to be true. I've always wondered, "Why does my God and not another?" If the religious sentiment is universal, God is for everyone. Maybe there just in my head. They are the result of chance? Strange, but if it were not so it's no be very happy.
A son puts a lot of existential questions about himself, about his father and his offspring. Especially when their parent leaves before his eyes.

Back to Antonio, my father.
Where are you? Next to me? Like the rest of the dead, you can not reveal the secret of life more beautiful, paradise surprise, the place that really only see if you die. Other than the "light" of who was in a coma, you're referring to the real paradise!
Or maybe you're everywhere?
child who dies that has different perception of paradise compared to an adult? What is your grave? One consolation for those who will cry, a warning, a place sacred? And who burned the corpses? How does he cry, to communicate with their loved ones to keep the spirit , whatever it is? Antonio does not answer me, must keep her secret, like everyone else. When I reach, I will rejoice for something so amazing, but I'll be silent towards those who survived. It is the secretum Secretorum (not the one attributed to Aristotle), or yet another story comforting?

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