Paradise Lost

Gustave Doré, Milton's Paradise Lost.

"The mind is its own place, and in it self
Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.
What matter where, if I be still the same,
And what I should be, all but less then he
Whom Thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free; th' Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure, and in my choyce
To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heaven". 
John Milton, Paradise Lost

(Can we reconcile Heaven and Hell again? Can we bring our good and bad moments back together and fuse them into something else? Something new and empowering? Misunderstadings and lies can be very painful. Friendship, just friendship, maybe, is the only way...)