I suppose the word "unbearable" is a lie by definition. Unless you kill yourself immediately after using it.
Glen DuncanWe go to the past to lay the blame - since the past can't argue. We go to our past selves to account for our present miseries.
Glen DuncanYou can't blame me. I mean that literally. You're incapable of blaming me. You're human. Being human is choosing freedom over imprisonment, autonomy over dependency, liberty over servitude. You can't blame me because you know (come on, man, you've always known) that the idea of spending eternity with nothing to do except praise God is utterly unappealing. You'd be catatonic after an hour. Heaven's a swiz because to get in you have to leave yourself outside. You can't blame me because -- now do please be honest with yourself for once -- you'd have left, too.
Glen DuncanYes, Eden was beautiful- and if I had to squeeze through corporeal keyholes to crash it- so be it. (Hasnโt it bothered you, this part of the story, my being there, I mean? What was I doing there? โPresume not the ways of God to scan,โ youโve been told in umpteen variations, โthe proper study of Mankind is Man.โ Maybe so, but what, excuse me, was the Devil doing in Eden?) I took the forms of animals. I found I could. (Thatโs generally my reason for doing something, by the way, because I find I can.)
Glen Duncan