Emerging from the dream I remembered that I don't believe in Hell. It was a dream of possibilities and, as a possibility, Hell is real.

Besides, a few years back the Church eliminated Purgatory, and all the souls entrapped there rose to Heaven.

And thus I observe creation is empowered by lust which cannot be comprehended by the mind alone.

Who are you anyway, woman? Why do you still beckon to me after so many years past, so many wives, so many children?

Why do I still yearn so for your kiss, your touch?

Why am I still driven to know your loins? Is it to father yet-again?

Life demands an interplay in which the obscene becomes sacred.

And in the same interplay, the sacred becomes obscene