Oh questions

To go, or not to go, that is the question. Whether it is more proper to satisfy what is suggested, expected by some or follow what has no guarantee? Does sin evolve with the times? Does it have varying degrees? Does one accumulate points to later be cashed in for one’s eternity? Does a lifetime of good deeds cancel a bad one, that was not done with evil intensions? Does performing an act with a pure heart make it justified, or maybe respectable? I do not wish to spend eternity being blown about, for I know not the meaning of lust. If there are layers of Hell are there layers of Heaven? Is there class mobility? Life is short, do what you want to. Life is short, eternity is forever, don’t mess that up. Life is what you make of it. There is the warmth, the embrace, the poetry-- How could there be evil? How could such honestly and trust be in itself terribly wrong? How can so many walk away from it without a single thought while I lay here writing at two a.m. with only the tapping of the keys to keep me company? How far is gone? What if I have already left and I do not know it, and this anxiety proves to be more pathetic than it already is? I would accept whatever it right, I just do not know. Rain will make you wet, but will it make you melt? Who can award me the license or prove my definite damnation? How many people must express their opinions, give their stories or thrust their values on me so I can make a decision? I keep asking the ceiling and have yet to receive a blunt answer— a bolt of lightning or an alphabet soup message would suffice. Right now he sees me as an angel, if I go on, will He make me one? Indeed this is extreme, yet it severely plagues me and I feel paralyzed Is it wrong for the rose to welcome the frost If it loves the snowflakes? What if I am at the point where I cannot make out the house, but I see the porch light?