You find yourself in a dungeon, not
knowing how you got there. You feel drowsy, drugged. The last thing
you remember was being at home, in bed, comfortable and relaxed. But
now, you've woken up to a nightmare. Where the fuck is this? How
did I get here? Who did this to me? Why?? You don't have the
slightest clue, you are friendly, have no enemies, are loved, have
loved-ones, and certainly don't deserve this. Nobody you know would
do this. This doesn't make sense. It's irrational, absurd, insane.
Will you see your wife again, your family, your friends, your captor,
anyone? WTF. What is this? You've lost your freedom, and you're
in the process of losing your damn mind. You are at the mercy of
your captor, or captors. It is hot, too hot, and you are thirsty.
But there is no one there but you, alone, manacled and chained to the
wall, in this room, the irons biting into your leg, your arms in a Y
over your head, muscles aching, with burning sweat dripping into your
eyes, without being able to wipe it away. The only light is a single
flickering bulb. You scream. The sound reverberates. Nothing. You
tug and twist and writhe. Solid, nothing gives. There are no other
noises. You may not get out of this alive. Maybe you have been
abandoned, left here to die, atrophying slowly, pissing and shitting
yourself, getting skeletal, losing consciousness, immobilized and
forgotten. Or maybe you will be kept alive, for some reason, like
being toyed with, brutalized, experimented on, tortured, at the whim
of some sick and depraved bastard. This shithead could keep and
torment you for decades. You could be punched, kicked, stabbed,
shot, choked, crucified, crushed, poisoned, electrocuted,
dismembered, water-boarded, whipped, raped, starved, sickened, bound, bled,
blinded, beaten, battered, burned, bruised, broken. Your
fingernails, your balls, your tongue...There is no discernible reason
to hope. You will die here, under the twisted watch of your own
personal sadistic demon -who delights in your pain, your suffering,
and torment. Death might actually come as a relief. Annihilation
and oblivion, everyone's fate, in any case, will be welcomed. The
final darkness. Or maybe your own body will revolt cruelly and you
will have a heart attack, without any help or encouragement. Who is
your enemy, here? Jesus Christ. Can I please wake up? Can I have
my life back? Can I be released, unchained, allowed in the sun,
allowed to return home, left alone? There must be some kind of
mistake, some misunderstanding. Jesus. Jesus God. Please help me,
someone, anyone. Fuck. Ow.
on the other hand,
God is good, great, generous, glorified:
God is good, great, generous, glorified:
Prisoners should enjoy life. Jails and prisons should be fun, not hell, in my opinion. Safety. Busy, not boredom. Meditation. Yoga. Writing. Self-defense instruction. Comfort. Comedy. So, full libraries, healthy food, good exercise, music (but not sex and drugs), and humor, friendship. Not gangs. Brotherhood, family, beyond racism. Health, sanity, therapy, medications, happiness. Why not? Vengeance and malice and spite and ire and hatred shouldn't be welcome, anywhere. Kindness is a good religion. Suffering is everywhere, so why not start with the neediest, right?
(note: the dungeon bit belongs in a god blog, in my opinion, because it shows Heaven, by way of contrast with (an impermanent) "hell". That is to say, you don't need to be on heroin or ecstasy, or Be in Love, or on a tropical island (for example), or even enjoying sex for that matter. Ordinary life, contrasted with the above scenario, is relatively idyllic. So be grateful and happy! Even if your life isn't ideal, it's probably a lot better than it could have been! Also, it's part of a whole genre of literature (horror) (e.g. the work of Stephen King). I heard once that nightmares are therapeutic. I bet horror lit (and movies) are, too. I certainly hope so!
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