For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
In eternity there is indeed something true and sublime. But all these times and places and occasions are now and here. God himself culminates in the present moment and will never be more divine in the lapse of the ages. Time is but a stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it, but when I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away but eternity remains.
We always imagine eternity as something beyond our conception, something vast, vast! But why must it be vast? Instead of all that, what if it's one little room, like a bathhouse in the country, black and grimy and spiders in every corner, and that'
I was tormented. Fear and trembling. And a sense of doom. A literal belief in hell. Hell for eternity. With devils chasing you for eternity with pitchforks. I trembled. I couldn't go to sleep for fear I might die and wake up in hell. I was in agony.
For our anniversary, I had a certificate drawn up that states I can never leave Angelina for eternity. It has the seal of the great state of Louisiana on it. I signed it in my own blood with a paintbrush.
The men of learning have determined '7 types of conduct' and man sins even if one of them is breached. He, who builds the castle of his life based on these 'seven pillars', attains to that 'supreme-place'(heaven) where all the 'paths'(religion) converge ultimately and exists for eternity.