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
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