Bottom of the World Page #3

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In where?

- In there.

With you.

Lose something?

No, sir, I just thought

I'd take myself a little look.

You know, sometimes I hear

even the mouse chases the cat.

F***ing mouse.

I tell you what, why don't

we go for a little drive?

Are you starting

to feel it then?

You're taking me to Scarlett.

That's where you're taking me,

isn't it?

Hey! Schilter!

How about you put on that radio?

Let's hear some of that

good old spiritual music.

He can be found

in a mother's smile

He can be found

in the eyes of a child ...

They sure don't make songs

like they used to.

It's louder because

they know we're here.

All this time

and they never give up.

Who? Who are you talking about?

Well, that's the real story

right there.

Well, I never really took

to people much.

That's just the truth.

But I didn't like to be

all by my lonesome either.

So I found people of my choosing

and I took them out here.

What I do first is I dig a hole,

a nice deep hole,

and I make them watch

as I dig it.

And then I take the person.

Let's say it's you,

or your girlfriend.

Let's say it's Scarlett, and

I take her, just for instance.

And I throw her in the hole

and I bury her.

I bury her alive

and she never ever dies.

She lives for all eternity

under a heavy darkness of dirt,

reaping what she sowed.

- This is impossible.

- Impossible?

Just ask them.

They all have a story.

Hundreds of them.

Thousands.

Oh...

A city of pain under our feet.

Oh, pain's a beautiful thing.

In the end, it's the only thing

we really deserve.

It is only due

to the concept of guilt

we allow ourselves to see

ourselves as imperfect.

Our ego depends on guilt

for its survival as it allows us

to separate the world into

different objects

which we then call

"good" and "evil."

There is no good and evil.

There is only perfection.

Father, I'm gonna thank you

for your son Jesus

who died on the cross for me.

For my sins, not only for

my sins, but for my fears.

I'm gonna thank you for your son

Jesus who makes me whole,

in my spirit, in my body,

in my soul.

I want to thank you, Father,

for your son Jesus

who helped me sever the ties

between previous generations,

- from that bad blood...

- Hello.

I'm the whole operation,

so I need to loop it

if I want to take a break.

Want coffee?

When Slocum sailed the world...

he'd tie himself to the masthead

when he wanted to sleep.

Me, I got no such methods, no.

My work is my word,

it cannot be rigged up.

Whiskey in your coffee?

What is this place?

Well, if I say it's a church

then it's a church.

If I say I speak to God

then there is a God

that is spoken to.

There was a man.

Dirty hands, rings.

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