"Heav'n has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd."
The Mourning Bride

Sometimes, these articles exist for the sole purpose of getting an old idea out of my head, something I've been carrying around for years and have forgotten about.  "Cool Smoking Guy" is like that.  So is "Lezbollah Strikes!"  I was thinking about things today, which means I was aggravated, and remembered my response to the time-honored cliché that "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."  Apparently, the line is a misquote from a play written in 1697.  I didn't know that.

Did you?

As someone who has been driven into MGTOW as a result of falling in love with Western women for decades, the idea of "a woman scorned" fills me with sad, mirthless laughter.  Thinking about it, I have to wonder how much damage this famous, ubiquitous line has done to the hearts of women, and society in general.  Does the absurd idea that their wrath is greater than that of hell itself make women feel entitled to indulging in a furious spirit?

I don't know.  Probably.  The question doesn't interest me.

We've moved beyond it.

“The path to paradise begins in hell.”
Dante Alighieri

The only reason I bring it up is to chisel my response into the pixel-stone standing like a soldier over our graves.  To anyone who thinks that "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," I say:

Who cares about the unrighteous fury of hell?  You think that's bad, wait 'til you see the righteous fury of Heaven.  If the petulant flames of some chick's subjective loathing are too much to bear, wait 'til THE RIGHTEOUS FLAMES OF THE UNREQUITED LOVE OF GOD come down.

And anyway, wasn't Hell created by God?

"Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire,
prepared for the devil and his angels:"
Matthew 25:41

We're not supposed to go there anyway.  So, even if the original, misquoted line is obsolete, and even if my response is obsolete, due to the fact that men and women alike are standing at the gates of eternity like never before, and that nobody who still has time to indulge in misogyny, misandry, or any form of relationship noise stands much of a chance (the noise is a distraction, for men and women alike),

The point bears repeating.  If hell is the literal geographic location of the wrath of God, any woman who feels empowered by the idea that she's entitled to any fury she feels toward a man would do well to stand down, and turn away from that temptation.  It doesn't lead to anything good.  In like manner, any man who flips the quote on its head and becomes a Chad or Tyrone who sprinkles Alpha widows like so much conquered, granulated sugar on his Corn Flakes, had better do the same.  You cannot conquer the fury of hell.  To do so is to put yourself on a conveyor belt of flames, headed toward perdition.  And anyway, even if God created hell, and the poetic idea behind a 17th-century meme isn't doctrinally sound, it isn't the unrighteous fury of hell you should be worried about.

It's the righteous fury of Heaven.  That is what scares me.  The line from The Mourning Bride does begin with the assertion that "Heav'n has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd," after all.

“The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom:"
Proverbs 9:10

The beginning of wisdom.  And/or, perhaps, the end of foolishness. 

Same difference?

Probably.  

This is a photo of a monument to Dante, standing like a fortress of brains in Florence, Italy.  Below is a recent snapshot of Lot's wife, standing like a monument of wrath on Mount Sodom, overlooking the Dead Sea.  One is looking forward, the other looking back.  One is a work of art, the other is indistinguishable from a pile of rocks.  Which begs the question:

Is it really Lot's wife, or just a rock formation? 

Good question.  A better question is,

If you're standing at the gates of Hell, does it really matter?