For someone who believed God a myth and the Bible a book of fairy tales how could you wake up in hell, a place that did not exist. And if there was a hell did God then exist? The world said no, but death perhaps said something different.
What was real and what was a dream had become lost to David as he swam through the confusion of death and life. His journey through life was constantly interrupted by dreams of hell, of a parched thirsty land filled with the dead, of pain and torment, or was it the other way around; was hell filled with dreams of life. Had he missed his one choice?
For someone who believed God a myth and the Bible a book of fairy tales how could you wake up in hell, a place that did not exist. And if there was a hell did God then exist? The world said no, but death perhaps said something different.
What was real and what was a dream had become lost to David as he swam through the confusion of death and life. His journey through life was constantly interrupted by dreams of hell, of a parched thirsty land filled with the dead, of pain and torment, or was it the other way around; was hell filled with dreams of life. Had he missed his one choice?