[s_kilk]

On my darker days I sometimes think we live in a hell-on-earth.

In our fiction we describe whole worlds where the Damned are left to shamble around and fend for themselves, cut off from the warmth of humanity. We depict hell as a plane of the existence where the Lost are cut off from all that is right and good in the world, pitched overboard into un-ending darkness and despair.

It's hard not to draw parallels.

[eli_gottlieb]

Well maybe if we stopped declaring people Useless or Sinners and deliberately pitching them overboard...

[s_kilk]

My point exactly :)

[chris_wot]

On my darker days I believe the hell I live in is my own mind. It's not really possible to escape it, though sometimes sleeping helps.

Luckily dark days are few and far between, and I get help. Medication helps, and when it occurs I tell myself it's not reality because, well, it isn't.

[eli_gottlieb]

Dear Lost and Damned Denizens of Hell,

You can leave any time you're willing to stop calling us nasty names and accept our help. Or hell, even stop calling each-other nasty names and accept each-other's help. It's not like you're actually damned in any strictly metaphysical sense. It's just that you've got two primary tools, your intellects and your social abilities, your brains and your hearts, and you vilify the fuck out of both of them in favor of fists and fire!

Sincerely,

The Other Place