Claude Heier

What kind of world can be called hell? I've thought about this question. Never-ending war? I've seen it. A reincarnation worse than death? I have lived. An indelible memory? I am torn apart by them every day. But now I know the answer, hell is none of these things. Hell is when I finally reach the top, finally see everything clearly, finally understand what I'm fighting against - and then I realize that I can't leave. Maybe, I shouldn't have taken that sip of fish wine in the first place...