A World of Imagination

A WORLD OF IMAGINATION Shell we reside in the world of perdition ?, or will we know life ?, after death, through attrition. Hell is not to be Dante’s, inferno ?, the void ?, fires ?, the black hole we think we will go ? Hell is the ever lasting pain we endure as we walk alone, into the future. Hades, created by man’s imagination. From fear, it became his creation. Hell is the pain - of our regret -, caused to others, we will never forget. Forgiveness of one’s self, is the only way to put guilt upon a shelf, live out one’s life, free to walk this plane and be as one with this universe. As I come to the end of this verse, we will never see beyond the veil, for there is no one who may tell the tale of what the future will hold, no one who knows the tale to be told. Time is the keeper, of all we have come to know. Time is the transporter, taking us to where we will go. What ever is to be our destination ?, it has been of our own creation. B. J. “ A” 2 May 26th 2012