As the late, muffled sky diminished itself, yearning for the light that filled it previously, Dimmesdale looked on. Pondering to himself whether or not he was diluted from a higher hatred, or if his independence has been brought forth by this natural metaphor. His ambiguous psychological queries nearly brought uproar to the secret anomaly imbedded in his heart, deep in his soul. His mental compass figures Panay directly in it?s sights. Manginess flirted with the encephalitic abnormality that caused dysfunction of rational thoughts. The genus obviously apparent: a forward straight from the hell of God. Knowing that Judgment