“It took a couple of months before we were both convinced there were no rules about sexual activities in Hell and our spouses were not going to show up out of the blue. It was hard to start a sexual… — Steven L. Peck Copy Share Image
“Remember you are never really alone. Although it may feel like it for very long stretches of time.” — Steven L. Peck Copy Share Image
“[Y]ou are here to learn something. Don’t try to figure out what it is. This can be frustrating and unproductive.” — Steven L. Peck Copy Share Image
“Strange, how a moment of existence can cut so deeply into our being that while ages pass unnoticed, a brief love can structure and… — Steven L. Peck Copy Share Image
“I could tell you of occasionally, every eon, meeting a person, with whom I might stay for a billion years. But what of it?… — Steven L. Peck Copy Share Image
“I feared the defining point of this Hell was its unrelenting uniformity, its lack of variation from type. If there was a heaven at… — Steven L. Peck Copy Share Image
“Here, her hand in mine was the one reality that severed us from the cold click-clack of Hell. I rubbed her hand and she… — Steven L. Peck Copy Share Image
“Yet a strange hope remains. A hope that somehow, something, God, the demon, Ahura Mazda, someone, will see I'm trying. I'm really trying, and… — Steven L. Peck Copy Share Image
“It seemed funny that one day I would go to bed in her arms and the next not feel anything, like a switch had… — Steven L. Peck Copy Share Image
“It was not Gilda and a racquet being used reflexively to some purpose. It was not Gilda using a racquet. It was one thing,… — Steven L. Peck Copy Share Image
“It took a couple of months before we were both convinced there were no rules about sexual activities in Hell and our spouses were… — Steven L. Peck Copy Share Image
“Zoroastrianism? Oh, there’s never been but a few hundred thousand of them at any one time, mostly located in Iran and India, but that’s… — Steven L. Peck Copy Share Image
“The days passed in a dream. I pictured our reunion again and again, played it out in my mind over and over until I’d… — Steven L. Peck Copy Share Image