(or, damned to hell part II)
Ah, yes, Cain really had it come’n to him. Having readily dispatched Abel for arguably poor reasons, Cain was getting ready to have his ass handed to him by the lord-someone’s-god. A voice from on high: “Hey, Abel, where’s your brother?” Simple enough, but Cain had to be a smart ass in his response thus giving us the “Am I my brother’s keeper?” colloquialism which still lives on today.
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Very cool, friend!
Normally, when someone tells me I’m going to hell, I have a pretty (damn) good idea why they’re telling me to go visit Beelzebub. The majority of the times it has actually been said with some genuine concern for my well-being in the spiritual sense, and not so much meant as an insult. But when it does happen as an insult (which doesn’t happen that often, really) I take it as an event of import and tend to take note of the reasons why. This time, however, I have absolutely no idea what is going on…