The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling -- on death, letting go yet there it is the bells of hell just desserts

Poets ramble on at length about mortality, but it was an anonymous World War I lyricist who probably said it best: “The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling for you but not for me.” We can visualize other people’s deaths, but not so much our own (“For me the angels sing-a-ling-a-ling”).

The above paragraph is from an article on death from "The Health Section" The New York Times

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/12/29/health/29book.html?_r=1

but it rang a bell for me because I have found my self often even today praying for justice served and I am not just talking about jail time but about prime real estate in Hell. Sure I want terrorists to burn in the fiery flames but my list is personal and I have found myself praying as I walk the streets of the East Village for justice served...karma plus and prime real estate in Hell.

I call this head set "Garbageland" and I urge myself to simply look at all the beauty around myself. Tune in to beautifulworld not garbageland. Over and over people have let me know they share this primal raw feeling and that the people are their own worst punishment. It is a given they will get theirs so forget and move on.

Focus on everything positive and be grateful there are positive people and things to focus on.