Hell is an absence.

Mostly an absence of love since love exists only between persons, hell is absence of giving or receiving love. In the absence, loving yourself without relation to anyone else makes no sense, the only thing in its place that will surface is pride. Pride in an alone heart is a continual killing of every movement trying to create innocent belonging, desire.

The ultimate hell is the ultimate gazing in one’s own anxious, uncomforted, desperate, forgotten, unrelating heart, without knowledge of any other state of eternal living as possible, with regrets and condemnation eating every bit of creativity given to a human soul. It is destruction of all concepts of goodness, self-hatred and torment lived through a total and effectual disattachment from anything good. It is a lack of a centered and true point of the universe. It is a disintegrated sense of seeing beauty and eating up one’s own vomits of sin over and over. It is standing nowhere with nothing forever.

Evil exists. He lacks relationships. He knows only control and fear. He wants you to end up in eternal misery so you can know how bad it is to burn as he does.

Jesus is not a remedy. Or a story. Or an adaptation of humanities’ symbolic desires.

He has to be the Life itself to change that.