Life Outside PLT1

I wonder if god can forgive a human spirit for enjoying its torment. With that thought, I remember a question regarding masochists being sent to hell. And with that thought, I wonder… Could anyone tell me what kind of punishment would be punishment enough for all people? Could an omniscient mind really begin to understand the divisions within individuals that turn punishment into rewards? Like cutting the limbs off of a gangrenous sufferer; hence I’m not content to believe that there is a hard and fast classification for our heavens and our hells.

Walking the path crossing a restroom, I asked myself; ‘what kind of hell would genuinely be “hellish” to me?’ Right on cue, as if I was being watched, my head feels faint and my stomach burns with an unknown fury… All I could think about now… Getting better? Feeling better… I need to cool off… I wish it would rain… I wish I could feel it rain… I wish I could feel a breeze inside me… Outside me… I feel… I feel like… I feel sick…

Instinctively, from my years of being alive… I ran to the toilets. When you feel sick, that’s your body urging you to find a toilet.

None were occupied, so I ran towards a toilet bowl, lifted the lid and puked up my ghostly sickness… When I looked back down at the freshly defiled bowl, I saw hell…