Saturday, November 1, 2014
You're Going In The Hole
Last night while casually trying to get on Gerald Martin's boat, I made the mistake of stepping through a hole that lead to the engine room. While falling I thought of Dante. I know, I know, that sounds absolutely ridiculous. But when I was falling I thought of Satan's descent to Hell. And as I hit the bottom I felt the pain of what I thought was a broken foot, but was really a bruise. It was terrifying. The thought of being in the dark and not knowing what was around me or where I was going. I feel like that is what the fallen angels felt like. They were in a strange environment, hurt from the previous battle, and not sure how to climb up and return from the descent.