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I've known folks who've done time in penal systems but I've yet to meet
someone who's done time in the netherworld. However, I kind of suspect
that given the option; they'd rather have their spine severed with an axe
and be sawn from head to pelvis while alive than go back to that place.
I sometimes wish there were tour busses to Hell so folks could get a
firsthand look for themselves at conditions down there. They go year, after
year, after year, after year, with no relief from the pain and discomfort: no
vacations, no recreation, no reading materials, and no hobbies-- there's
absolutely nothing to do to help pass the time. The mental atrophy, and
the boredom that must result from that kind of mindless existence is
beyond estimation.
In life, everybody enjoys God's blessings; even the really bad people. We're
all breathing fresh air, basking in sunshine, drinking cool water, savoring
tasty foods, listening to birds chirp, star gazing at night, throwing snow balls
at each other in winter, river rafting, fishing, snow skiing, tending gardens,
pruning shrubs, greeting friends during the holidays, spending days with
grandkids; and all that sort of thing. In the Bible's Hell, there are no
blessings of any kind at all: only perpetual sadness, vexation, despair, and
want.
Hell has to be really tough on genteel folk as they are now in the company of
some of the world's worst human beings, e.g. career criminals, war lords,
cheap politicians, corrupt cops, serial killers, scam artists, human traffickers,
meth heads, tax cheats, degenerate gamblers, despots, assassins, and
thugs, etc.
And the din: think of the volume of noise down there with all the wailing and
sobbing, and the screams, shrieks, yelps, howls, and gnashing teeth.
Conditions are really bad, and everyone is sad, blue, and lonely. After a few
years of the conditions I'm describing, I should think most folks break, and
go mad from the stress.
But just imagine bringing with you a craving for tobacco with none available.
Or longing for a cocktail with no liquor in sight. A desire for music, with no
way to produce it. A skill for writing, with no pen and paper. Yearning for a
walk out in nature, with no world to do it in.
People in Hell will never again smell a sea breeze, sit in the shade of a tree,
take deep breaths of mountain-fresh air, play at sports, hear a bird chirp,
see a sunset, watch a lunar eclipse, jog in the park, strum a guitar, enjoy a
Christmas dinner with loved ones; nor make little pigs of themselves
gobbling barbecued spare ribs and corn on the 4th of July.
Sports and recreation are gone: no more World Series, no more Super Bowl,
no more Olympics, no more Las Vegas, no more Indian casinos, no more
lottery, no more Lego World, no more Sea World, no more NASCAR, no more
golf, no more surfing, et al.
No baths, no showers, no sleep, no TV, no radio, no smart phones, no social
media, no internet, no clean sheets, no breakfast, no lunch, and no dinner.
No snacks, no gum, no candy, no beverages, no flowers, no parks, no rivers,
no snow, no seasons, no picnics, no malls, no fast food, no trades, no
careers, no trendy fashions, no jewelry, no cosmetics, no concerts, no
operas, and no hobbies; absolutely nothing of this world that brings people
the pleasures and the satisfactions of just being alive.
No pets are allowed in Hell and no flowers or vegetation of any kind. The
absence of birds, fish, and animals of course precludes the citizens of Hell
ever again spending a day at the zoo. The one advantage of the lack of pets
and vegetation in Hell is the absence of fleas, mosquitoes, and allergies. I
suppose you could say that's at least one good thing about it. There's a
bright side to everything I guess; even to that place.
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