In my conception of Hell, one is on one's own, in the cold and dark, facing a door. On the other side of the door is warmth, light, love, . . . and God. One has only to push the door open and go in - unless one dreads the encounter that will bring full self-knowledge.
We condemn ourselves to Hell.
Amen. "The dwarfs are for the dwarfs," as the line in The Last Battle goes.
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It would have to have been moving for me to derail it.
Have you got any substance?
Oh, with his wife and his "comforters"? Or do you mean God?
Amen. "The dwarfs are for the dwarfs," as the line in The Last Battle goes.
That's OK @Eirenist. We can pity each other. No, no idea is possible. Nothing is as good as Love. And there isn't any. Above us only sky.
The idea of oblivion doesn’t bother me in the least, so oblivion.