In the polarizing light of Absolute Morality, many a fine detail, a grace, a sublimity... is lost.
Even the fairest rose, when she pricks, is wholly scorned.
It calls
all beauty into question.
But, what a strange place is...
Hell.
What different quality of light, is there.
But, let us turn our gazes upward, toward Heaven, toward affirmation, and towards God...
If but
one more time...
...to measure our reflection there.
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