The Writer and the Bandit
Within an hour, two men had gone to hell. One was a robber who had held up a passenger on the road and was finally caught. The other was a writer, whose works were really multifarious, always spreading some insidious poison to the people, destroying the faith of the readers and forcing them to do evil. His sweet words, like the songs of the sea siren, enchanted all the readers and killed them with malice.
Hell is a swift trial. The judges do not delay , the prisoners do not obscure the facts, so the verdict is given quickly. The judge ordered the two prisoners to sit in a nearby cauldron, which was hung by thick chains over a blazing fire. The Vengeance herself pulls the bellows and feeds the fire ! The flames of hell were burning so hot that they were ready to tear the stones apart.
An uninformed person might have thought the writer's punishment much gentler, for the flame under his cauldron was rather faint. This fire is not like ordinary fire, and when it burns for a long time, it is no worse than a raging fire. After a few years, the fire under the robber gradually went out, while the fire under the writer grew hotter and hotter.
Then the writer said, "Who said that all the gods would do right? If my work endangers people, I have been duly punished, and I have no complaints about that. But what I can't figure out is why the robber got a lighter punishment than I did."
Just then the eldest of the Three Furies appeared to him. She urged the snake to crawl through her hair as she waved a whip.
"Unhappy man," she replied at once, "has you been equated with a robber? Do you think so ? To tell you the truth, his mistakes are nothing compared with yours. He plundered many in his life, but when he died, his sin vanished with him. Yes, you've been burning for a long time. But, when shall I not see your infamy? Those poisons you spread in your work, they just don't last! How many bad things in the world are because of you? What those children have done to worry or disappoint their families!
Who laughs at the government? Who laughs at the vows of marriage? Who wants to find loopholes in the law? Who ascribes all the misfortunes to god's torture of mankind? Who strives to break the social constraints? Is you! Didn't you say that knowledge is useless?
Didn 't you encourage everyone to rebel? I don't know how many more people will be killed by the toxins in your work! This is what you deserve!
The furious Vengeance put the lid on the pot.
Writers have a great influence on our spiritual life. When we are reading books, we must read good books so as to enrich our spiritual life and cultivate our elegant sentiments.
The Writer and the Robber
Within an hour, two people came to hell one after another. One was a robber who once intercepted passers-by on the road and was finally captured. The other is a writer. The works he writes are really diverse. He always spreads some insidious poison to people, destroys the readers' faith, and makes them do evil. His sweet words are like the song of the sea witch, which makes all readers fascinated. Demons are so vicious that they can kill people.
The trial in hell was neat and tidy. The judge did not delay in doing things, and the prisoners did not hide the truth, so the court gave the verdict quickly. The judge ordered the two prisoners to sit in the cauldron nearby, which was hung by thick chains over the blazing flames. The Furies herself pulled the bellows, fueling the power of the fire! The fire in hell grew stronger and stronger, almost burning the stones apart.
Those who don't know the inside story may think that the writer's punishment is much gentler, because the flame under his pot is quite weak. This kind of fire is different from ordinary fire. When it burns for a long time, it is naturally no worse than a raging fire.After a few years, the fire under the robber gradually extinguished, while the fire under the writer grew stronger and stronger.
Then, the writer said: "Who said that the gods will act impartially? If my works will harm people, I have been punished as I should, and I have no complaints about this. But, let me think What makes no sense is, why did the robber get a lighter punishment than me?"
At this time. The eldest of the three Furies sisters appeared in front of him. I saw her waving the whip in her hand. while prompting venomous snakes to crawl in her hair.
"Unlucky man," She immediately replied, "Do you think you should be compared with a robber? To be honest, compared with you, the mistakes he made are nothing. He made countless robberies in his life, but when he died, his sins Then it disappeared. Indeed, you have been burned for a long time, but there is no day when I can’t see your ugly behavior. The poison you spread in your works is simply endless! How many bad things have happened in this world because of you? What have those children done to either worry or disappoint their families?
Who mocks the government? Who mocks the vow of marriage? Who tries to take advantage of the law? Attributing all misfortunes to God's torture of mankind? It's you! Don't you think that knowledge is useless?
Don't you know the poison in those works? How many people will be killed! You should be punished like this! l5
The angry goddess of revenge closed the pot after saying this.
Writers have a great influence on our spiritual life. When we study, we must read good books so that we can enrich our spiritual life and cultivate ourselves. Elegant sentiment
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