ETERNAL ISOLATION
Many years ago I had a dream. It was one of the few coherent dreams that I have ever had, but it was so vivid that even now I can remember the details of it clearly. In the dream, I visited hell, where the sub-warden showed me around. To my surprise, I was led along a labyrinth of dark, dank passages from which there were numerous doors leading into cells. It was not like hell as I had pictured it at all. In fact, it was all rather religious and “churchy!” Each cell was identical. The central piece of furniture was an altar, and before each altar knelt — or, in some cases, were prostrated — greeny-grey spectral figures in attitudes of prayer and adoration. “But who are they worshipping?” I asked my guide. “Themselves” my guide immediately replied. “This is ‘pure’ self-worship. They are feeding on themselves and their own spiritual vitality in a kind of auto-spiritual-cannibalism. That is why they…
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