In one word, Queequeg, said I, rather digressively; hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple-dumpling; and since then perpetuated through the hereditary dyspepsias nurtured by Ramadans.

We Laugh, We Fight, We Scream, We Yell, We Shout, We Hug, We Kiss,
                            In The End Were All Human
                            And We All Make Mistakes

the way we can know if we’ve betrayed ourselves is by whether we are still desiring to be helpful.

Almost everyone in heaven has someone on Earth they watch, a loved one, a friend, or even a stranger who was once kind, who offered warm food or a bright smile when one of is had needed it.

Written By Alice Sebold

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