Pick your afterlife

[Brandon]

So which would you prefer? An eternal afterlife spent in hell or dropping out of existence and consciousness forever?

[Perndog]

Can I pick choice C?

[thebiggameover]

I would go for non-existence over hell anyday. i mean, its not like your coming back after a few 100 years in hell anyway...

[Jixby Phillips]

Nonexistence scares the mother loving fuck out of me. Hell doesn't.

[mburbank]

I choose hell since all of my friends will be there.







It will be great to catch up with Chandler and Monica.





thank you. Seriously.

[Cosmo Electrolux]

When you get there, look me up. I have a management position waiting.....

[Spectre X]

I'm thinking of picking Hell over Heaven even. Why? Because I'm going to the fiery part, apparently, as are some cool people I know. And, I mean, really, after a while all that burning and agony just doesn't seem like much anymore you know?

Plus, Hell have AC/DC and the Electric Six and most other rock bands.

[kellychaos]

Once again time to cut n' paste one of my favorite poems of all times. It may even be relevant to the conversation this time!

The Hollow Men by T.S. Elliot

A penny for the Old Guy
I
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us-if at all-not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men


II
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are

Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer-

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

III
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Walking alone

At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

IV
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together and avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men


V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom


Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the shadow
Life is very long



Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom


For Thine is
Life is
For thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

[Sethomas]

You suck beyond suck, Kellychaos.

[kellychaos]

Glad to be of service, champ!

[O71394658]

Thanks.

That used to be my favorite poem.