Hell Is More Like Boredom, Or Not

A Man From Hell Is Not Afraid Of Hot Ashes.

My Rebelliousness Went So Deep That, Faced With A Can Of Asparagus That Instructed Me To Open At This End, I Always, Stubbornly, Opened It At The Other.

We Overlook How Much In Our Lives Is Invisible; Love, For Instance; Thought, God, The Future, Time, Faith, Hope And Even The Electricity That Brings Us Light.

Sometimes I Think We're All Tightrope Walkers Suspended On A Wire Two Thousand Feet In The Air, And So Long As We Never Look Down We're Okay, But Some Of Us Lose Momentum And Look Down For A Second And Are Never Quite The Same Again: We Know.

Hell Is More Like Boredom, Or Not Having Enough To Do, And Too Much Time To Contemplate One's Deficiencies.