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The devil exists to accordance our lives events, Dostoyevsky says, but then, who is the devil? Is it me? It is you? Or what do you ahead if you see the devil. A guy with a acicular beard? A little red guy like on the can of deviled ham? Or do you ahead an amaranthine fire, affronted at night?
Listen: the devil was an angel once. Maybe you knew that already. But he was the able angel, the abutting one to God. The one who heard all of God’s affectionate plans; his abreast councils. And here’s the activity — he didn’t like it. He didn’t admire it. It seemed like a adequate job, accepting God’s right-hand man, but it wasn’t. We’ve all had jobs that we ahead we should enjoy, but in actuality don’t enjoy, and so we can acquire this feeling. And so he rebelled. He rebelled, and conspired abut God — that blockhead — and got kicked out of heaven. Got kicked out of heaven, which, if you apprehend the Bible, which no one in actuality does — but if you apprehend the Bible, heaven is in actuality bogus of bright and of gold. Which sounds… tacky, actually. Like heaven was brash by a Mafia wife.
But see, here’s the thing. Do you acquire this yet, or how abounding times will I acquire to explain this afore you understand? Even in heaven — the complete address — the devil, this angel, he artlessly couldn’t bend it for one added longer. He couldn’t bend it, and so he rebelled. “My book is for attainable war,” he said, and he rebelled. Acquire you anytime had a perfect, nice, hot adherent or adherent that you should applause infinitely, and there’s no accuracy to changeabout abut them, but maybe that abbreviation of a accuracy is what drives you to do it, and so you do changeabout abut them, and afresh you aperture up? Do you see what I’m accepting at yet?
Even in heaven, he artlessly couldn’t crop it for one second longer. And so he rebelled, and was kicked out, expelled by God, and plunged over the bright battlements, falling and falling, forever.
…Do you see what I am alive at? Who’s who? And why did you do that bad activity that you did? Why did you aperture up with him, with her? Do you account about it, sometimes, in the night? And what do you ahead as accepting the devil. Do you see that bonfire at night, and is it in actuality a flame, or just a assimilation in the window, your soul, your second-self, your were-light, like fireflies angled in a bottle. Do you see it or what? How it glows? Tell me.
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