When all the breathers of this world are dead …” [Shakespeare, Sonnet LXXXI]       Satan sat on his burning throne, face hard with flame and eyes gleaming white, last-born of the dead and everlasting Force! The forked tongue writhing from his mouth pierced the damned like awls: admonishing, rebuking, transfixing them with Responsible Comment.      Jesus stood before Satan. “Come, follow me,” said Satan, “and I will show you the damned.”      He went with Satan and beheld a pit … [Read more...]