I remember once I was sitting on the
beach with a young child, who explained to me that
hell must be alot like trying to get the
water out of a hole in the sand on the beach, you carry the bucket back and forth for
eternity, making no progress.
I was only about twelve years old at the time, but I remember being both deeply moved and very disappointed at the same time.
I was deeply moved by the fact that a
little girl at least 4 years younger than me would have such an intense train of thought, and relate it to her day at
the beach.
I was
disappointed in myself, because I suddenly felt shallow and
worthless for enjoying my day at the beach without thinking on a higher plane of
thought as this
child did.
This
memory has stuck with me my entire life, and to this day when I think of
hell I remember watching that little girl carrying her bucket from her hole in the sand to the
ocean over and over.
Since then I have tried to formulate my own vision of
hell, and only since I have become a daily noder on
Everything2.
My vision of hell is
Eternal Word Galaxy.