Suicide In Dante's Inferno

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There is no euphemistic way to talk about the butcher and the indelible scenes of carnage, which accentuates the brutality of the bane. No, it is not just an innocuous vexation, the Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc fallacy of rain engendering ailments being applied ad nauseam, but a bloodthirsty sadist, responsible for the egregious decimation of mankind, as only 27 percent of the population has survived. Suicide is the sole anodyne, for such a prolonged, agonizing, and morally rebarbative quietus. The story is a sempiternal incubus; puritans fearing the fervid, ardent flames of Dante’s Inferno will consume reprobates, and even the pious, withal. Perhaps, the author’s chalice of Hippocrene was befouled with bereavement, mutilation, and purgatory. Nonetheless, this begets scepticism/dubiety concerning the benevolence, rectitude, and omnipotence of God. Hell on Earth: “I thought it not because I believe in God (I don’t, I think, not after all of this) . . . .”
Ruby Morris’

Ruby’s argument is deductively valid. An impotent demiurge may exist, but the appellation of “God” is unwarranted, along with the epithet of “faultless”. An omniperfect deity simply cannot coexist with turpitude, yet the antipodal notion is the quintessence of religion, making religion fundamentally

The deathly rain has ruined her mother’s song, the quondam wellspring of solace and beatitude. Now, a vestige of “order” and “extropy”, reminding Ruby of the apocalyptic reality of suffering and desolation. For brevity’s sake, I shall evince that the rain’s hegemony over the limbic system had dilapidated sentience. Ergo, the sage discerns Ruby’s callow mein and penchant for perverse, recalcitrant comportement as emanations of her onerous fray with Cynicism, whence her own insecurities about the human condition