Amen - Part Three: Superstition


Those who do not accuse me of blasphemy or stupidity for my statements about heaven and hell might nevertheless, if only out of superstition, accuse me of rashness: if the afterlife existed, and hell were not the tavern for revelry that you aspire to, don't you think they might burn you there precisely for what you've written?
The answer is simple, albeit not intuitive. I've read the New Testament, particularly the letters of Paul of Tarsus to early Christian communities. When big Paul the persecutor converted and was appointed head of the apostolic delegation for the Gentile area, he changed his coat but not his self-righteous habit: the requirements he set for going to heaven are as bizarre as they are strict. I take good care not to meet them, and if such a parallel reality really existed, I would end up straight off roasting at the "Churrascaria chez Satan".
That would be the fate of someone with my lifestyle, my values, and my beliefs. It would be so even if between now and the last of my days I set about writing hypocritical ass-kissing pieces to the entire ecclesiastical establishment.
For this very reason, since they would await me in hell anyway, it would be to my advantage to make friends with the managers of that place. Maybe they'd reserve a less burning corner for me, where I would continue to sing the praises of the host.
Who knows? I might even become the official court propagandist. Not bad for someone who, to avoid heavenly boredom, is ready to risk ending up impaled on a spit for eternity. Right?

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This post was machine-translated from Italian.

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