Oh, how fun. It reminds me of my ill friend who couldn’t wait to be in Heaven to go deer hunting again with his brother. I wonder how excited the deer are about Heaven. I suppose they would run out into the open with glee, kill me, kill me. Everyone happy. But if we suppose Satan to be the negative pole of a duality that allows the mind, allows comparison and choice, allows history as well as hunger and satisfaction of the appetites, then truly it would require a radical transformation, one we are incapable of imagining. Because even our bodies in experiential space stand opposed to their backgrounds. No, I’ll take the Devil for a little while longer.
So, would someone please tell me what's going on with that gibberish before proper names when I copy form Microsoft
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