Art by ~Gawd-LunaIf I die and I go to hell, which seems to be a very likely prospect, my Hell would be covered in half melted snow and I'd be running from something. Oh, and I'm wearing sneakers instead of winter boots. My socks'd be wet and my heart pumping, threatening to burst. It won't burst because the anticipation of the bursting is so much worse than the heart actually bursting. Daggers of pain would stab my chest as I go sloshing around the cold, cold melted snow.
No, I don't believe in a general hell for all. Vikings would be happy to spend eternity in a warm place. Everlasting torture would be paradise for masochists.
"This is Hell" Album cover by Dimension Zero
No, I believe, each person would get his own worst case scenario EVER as eternity.
I know a guy who believes that he'll dance in the glory of the Lord for eternity. That's fine and dandy if you love to dance more than life itself, but what if you hate it with all your guts? What if Ali was the model of human decency, nay, a metaphorical divine avatar and he goes to heaven and he has to do the boogie woogie for eternity? Only, unlike his parents, he was born in the 80s and disco, by his definition, is EVIL INCARNATE. That's rather fucked up, right?
How about you're okay with dancing but there's other things you'd much happier be doing? Spending eternity in the state of meh. That HAS to be a lesser level of Hell, just below but not quite Limbo.
Think about it.
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Ok, weird post to be leaving this comment, but here goes:
No i didn't call you - I haven't really talked to the rest of them about this (Due to the reasons we talked about last time, you know, some "P" scuffle going around), but will probably tell you their decision when i see you on msn :)
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