We walked through the woods for what seemed like hours and then suddenly came upon a rocky barren ledge. Considering I had originally been in Tennessee, the sudden appearance of a giant mountain range with no trees was pretty impressive. "So this is the real deal, right? I'm about to see what happens to people when they die?" I asked Faulkner. He shrugged and took another swig of his whiskey. "The afterlife is a philosophical concept. It's different for everyone. There are three distinct sections of any person's moral view of the world: unforgivable, forgivable over time, and good. Those get translated into Hell, Purgatory, and Heaven in a person's mind." We kept walking down the trail in silence as I tried to figure out how that would work. "Wait, so this isn't what happens to everyone when they die, just me?" Faulkner coughed and began to laugh. "Yeah kid, we invented a whole place just for fucking you. Ok, think about this. Time is relative to where you are right now, ok? To a person whose sitting in an office reading this stupid website, time is moving incredibly slowly. To someone whose having a great day, time is going by quickly. Joy accelerates time, etc. etc. The same applies to your concept of morality and the world. The more good things that happen to you, the more your morality views things in a positive manner." I was getting nervous because I was pissing off William Faulkner, pillar of all Southern Literature, so I kept quiet. I still didn't understand the point he was making and he seemed to be getting exasperated. "Just fucking think of it like we're all unique snow flakes in terms of how we see the world, but we're all the same pile of shit in terms of our literal differences, so that means that yes there is a Hell, but it's defined by your own perspective. Look, just go inside the stupid cave. Oh, and drink the whiskey." We approached the gates, and stepped through.
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