I'm fascinated by almost any mythology that I can get my hands on...
God, what is it like to be You and hear all those people all the time everywhere, begging, imploring, calling out for anything and anyone?
Heaven would be Hell in no time if every cruel, selfish, vicious soul went to Heaven.
Your love to others, and their love for you, that the increase of love in life itself around you, is what matters.
The worst takes its time to come, and then to pass.
How shameful. How predictable! How insipid. And how sweet.