Welcome to my Castle.

Mind you, the doors lead anywhere.

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If Christian mythological beings and creatures exist after all, I would like the end of my life to resemble a particular scene from Neil Gaiman’s ‘The Price’:

"It was the Devil.
I had never seen the Devil before, and, although I had written about him in the past, if pressed would have confessed that I had no belief in him, other than as an imaginary figure, tragic and Miltonian.
The figure coming up the driveway was not Milton’s Lucifer. It was the Devil.”

If Christian mythological beings and creatures exist after all, I would like the end of my life to resemble a particular scene from Neil Gaiman’s ‘The Price’:

"It was the Devil.
I had never seen the Devil before, and, although I had written about him in the past, if pressed would have confessed that I had no belief in him, other than as an imaginary figure, tragic and Miltonian.
The figure coming up the driveway was not Milton’s Lucifer. It was the Devil.”

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Sleeping after a tiring travel brings about strange dreams, I’ve found.

For example, I dreamt I woke up in the middle of the night, thirsty. Tiptoeing in the darkness, I make my way towards our dining room. Before I could open the refrigerator, I notice something bouncing on the dining room floor.

In the darkness, it was difficult to see, but my eyes soon adjusted and I was able to tell that it was actually a large frog, jumping up and down in place, upright. This struck me as weird until I realized that it’s upper half was stuck on a spider’s web, and that it was bouncing so it could get away.

However, before it could, a huge spider (in my dream the spider had the carapace of a tan-brown crab, and was just as large) slipped out of its hiding place and started attacking the frog.

In the way that events of a dream blur into each other, the spider had lost its battle against the frog, and was now weakly twitching inside its prey’s mouth; the frog was alive, victorious.

As I woke up, I wondered if the spider had managed to inject the amphibian with its venom before it lost.

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Holding the tiny shimmering soul between two fingers, the Lord of Judgment asked:

"Did you attend mass every Sabbath, and all Holy Days?"

To which the souk replied with conviction: “YES!” 

"And did you feed the hungry, provide for the needy, and clothe the naked?"

Once more the answer was a sincere “YES!” 

"Did you do good unto all men, in the name of God, His Son, and the Holy Spirit?"

"YES YES YES! I have been a good Christian, foul demon! All my life I have walked the path of righteousness. You have no power over me, disciple of Satan!"

The demon stroked his beard and spoke:

"Interesting. I have always wanted to know what a true Christian tastes like."

He opened his great mouth and licked the soul off his fingers.

Holding the tiny shimmering soul between two fingers, the Lord of Judgment asked:

"Did you attend mass every Sabbath, and all Holy Days?"

To which the souk replied with conviction: “YES!”

"And did you feed the hungry, provide for the needy, and clothe the naked?"

Once more the answer was a sincere “YES!”

"Did you do good unto all men, in the name of God, His Son, and the Holy Spirit?"

"YES YES YES! I have been a good Christian, foul demon! All my life I have walked the path of righteousness. You have no power over me, disciple of Satan!"

The demon stroked his beard and spoke:

"Interesting. I have always wanted to know what a true Christian tastes like."

He opened his great mouth and licked the soul off his fingers.

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