Of course people die. And there is plenty of debate of what happens after. But there is no guarantee, no moral failings or victories that weighs on it. For me, at least. I don't speak for everyone on the Continent. Perhaps it is a lot to accept that we simply may all receive the same fate.
[He certainly never entertained the idea he may be debating beliefs on the afterlife with writing behind -- in front of? -- his eyes.
It's certainly more interesting than whatever else he may have spent the night doing. He finds it all rather imaginary, the idea that those who do evil are always punished for it. Not necessarily in this life, but, per chance, in the next.
Quaint.]
Then yes, I'm exactly like the Lady Gaga. Though I'm quite sure a dress made of meat is one just begging to be eaten by a pack of wolves. Or worse. Wargs.
I would love a costume, but I'm not showing up at your party wearing slabs of beef. Perhaps something a bit sexier.
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[He certainly never entertained the idea he may be debating beliefs on the afterlife with writing behind -- in front of? -- his eyes.
It's certainly more interesting than whatever else he may have spent the night doing. He finds it all rather imaginary, the idea that those who do evil are always punished for it. Not necessarily in this life, but, per chance, in the next.
Quaint.]