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The Ultimate Religion

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“What did the torturers of the Inquisition want? The admission of evil, of the principle of evil. It was necessary to make the accused say that he was not guilty except by accident, through the incidence of the principle of Evil in the divine order. Thus confession restored a reassuring causality, and torture, and the extermination of evil through torture, were nothing but the triumphal coronation (neither sadistic nor expiatory) of the fact of having produced Evil as cause. Otherwise, the least heresy would have rendered all of divine creation suspect.”

“All this time you’ve spoken to it, looked into your soul, and spied that darkness lurking and twisting through the fabric of all that you are. You fed it nothing but your hatred, your anger and guilt, shame, regret, and yes, your loneliness. It grew fat on all the things you wanted to be rid of. You did not suspect? Did the Tallis never consider the darkness within was looking back? Learning? And growing strong, ever stronger. Stupid, foolish girl. The Tallis never knew! Ignoring it all, stuffing all the bad and ugly things down, down, down doesn’t get rid of them. What you choose to feed your divine spark is what it turns into!”

“The lesson I learned was that some people will take what they want, whenever they want, with no guilt or thought of the consequences, and that evil people existed to prey upon the innocent. But from experience, I also knew cruelty wasn't always delivered by strangers. Sometimes abuse came directly from the people who should have cared the most, and it could take place in the dark heart of any family.”

“I… What are you saying, Zsadist?" she stammered, even though she'd heard every word. He glanced back down at the pencil in his hand and then turned to the table. Flipping the spiral notebook to a new page, he bent way over and labored on top of the paper for quite a while. Then he ripped the sheet free. His hand was shaking as he held it out. "It's messy." Bella took the paper. In a child's uneven block letters there were three words: I LOVE YOU Her lips flattened tight as her eyes stung. The handwriting got wavy and then disappeared. "Maybe you can't read it," he said in a small voice. "I can do it over." She shook her head. "I can read it just fine. It's… beautiful." "I don't expect anything back. I mean… I know that you don't… feel that for me anymore. But I wanted you to know. It's important that you knew.”

“Lilac was desperate to maintain hope by holding onto the love and protection she felt for Violet and Rose. They were so young and innocent; they did not understand the circumstances of their surroundings. They were both under five years of age; Lilac tried to shield them from the poison that had spread throughout their new house. She sensed the growing evil residing in their home and was desperately trying to keep its ugly claws from extinguishing her spirit.”

“To whom shall I speak today ? Brothers are mean, The friends of today do not love. To whom shall I speak today? Hearts are greedy, Everyone robs his comrade's goods. To whom shall I speak today ? Kindness has perished, Insolence assaults everyone. To whom shall I speak today ? One is content with evil, Goodness is cast to the ground everywhere. To whom shall I speak today? He who should enrage men by his crimes — He makes everyone laugh at his evildoing. To whom shall I speak today ? Men plunder, Everyone robs his comrade. To whom shall I speak today ? The criminal is one’s intimate, The brother with whom one dealt is a foe. To whom shall I speak today ? The past is not remembered, Now one does not help him who helped. To whom shall I speak today ? Brothers are mean, One goes to strangers for affection. To whom shall I speak today? Faces are blank, Everyone turns his face from his brothers. To whom shall I speak today ? Hearts are greedy, No man’s heart can be relied on. To whom shall I speak today ? None are righteous, The land is left to evildoers. To whom shall I speak today ? One lacks an intimate, One resorts to an unknown to complain. To whom shall I speak today ? No one is cheerful, He with whom one walked is no more. To whom shall I speak today ? I am burdened with grief For lack of an intimate. To whom shall I speak today ? Wrong roams the earth, And ends not.”