Re: burn in hell
Posted by:
The Undiscovered Country
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Date: November 28, 2011 10:46PM
Mr. Misery Wrote:
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> dude.....you are going to become DEAD. There is NO
> DOUBT about it. You will be dead and remain dead
> after you are dead and death has occurred. Once
> death occurs, it remains occurring. Death is a
> current affair. You die, you're dead, you stay
> dead, you are still dead, you're dead long after
> you die and you stay dead long after that. You are
> DEAD. YOU DIE! YOU'RE DEAD! DEATH! YOU WILL DIE.
> YOU ARE GOING TO DIE, VERY SOON, AND YOU WILL
> REMAIN DEAD AND DEATH REMAIN WHAT YOU ARE, AND IT
> WILL NOT STOP BEING WHAT YOU ARE---DEAD IS WHAT
> YOU ARE AND WHAT YOU WILL CONTINUE TO BE, FOREVER,
> AND EVEN AFTER THAT, YOU WILL STILL BE DEAD AND
> CONTINUE TO BE DEAD. YOU WILL NOT UNDIE. YOU WILL
> STAY DEAD, YOU WILL BE AS DEAD AFTER YOU DIE AS
> YOU WERE WHEN YOU FIRST DIED, AND YOU WILL BE THE
> SAME EXACT AMOUNT OF DEAD 1,000,000 YEARS AFTER
> THAT. YOU WILL BE THE EXACT SCIENTIFIC MEASUREMENT
> OF DEAD THEN AS YOU WILL BE THE MOMENT YOU FIRST
> DIE. YOUR AMOUNT OF DEADNESS WILL NEVER CHANGE,
> EVER. YOU WILL STAY DEAD AND BE JUST AS DEAD A
> MILLION AND A HALF YEARS FROM DYING. DEATH IS WHAT
> YOU WILL BE, IT'S WHERE YOU WILL BE, IT'S YOU.
> YOU'RE DEAD. DEAD. DEAD. DEAD. DEAD. DEAD. DEAD. A
> MILLION-BILLION TIMES DEAD. DEAD AND DEAD.
>
> YOU WILL BE DEAD AND YOU'LL STAY DEAD AND DEAD IS
> WHAT YOU WILL BE, AND THAT AMOUNT OF DEATH WILL
> NEVER INCREASE AND NEVER DECREASE, IT WILL STAY
> THE EXACT SAME AMOUNT OF DEATH FROM THE MOMENT OF
> DEATH UNTIL THE MOMENT OF DEATH...DEATH WILL
> CONTINUE HAPPENING. IT WILL NOT UNHAPPEN. ONCE IT
> HAPPENS, IT WILL KEEP HAPPENING. IT WON'T STOP.
> YOU'LL BE DEAD AND YOU'LL STAY DEAD FOREVER, AND
> AFTER THAT YOU'LL STILL BE DEAD. AND AFTER THAT,
> STILL DEAD. DEAD, DEAD, DEAD. FOREVER. DEAD.
Highly speculative.
To wit:
To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.