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hell 3: some versions of hell

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When I was taught about hell at school, the most convincing rendition went as follows: When you are dead, and bound for hell, you arrive at the gates of heaven and much to your surprise, they open. This isn’t what was supposed to happen, you’re thinking, but what the hell, you step inside. And for an instant, you are swept up in unfuckingbelievable wonder and beauty of it all (you “see God’s face” – whatever that means- the Catholic Church has a way of screwing up the film right when it gets to the moneyshot, no houris for us, etc…) but then, snap, it’s just an instantaneous taste of the good stuff, and you’re back out the gates and down and down till you land back on the smouldering bedrock, there to dwell for eternity on the opportunity that you had but missed. Hell is regret, regret and the self-hatred that it engenders, and nothing more. Hell is, it seems, simply room to think.

It’s a good story, and one that is compatible with certain deeply held family mythologies chez nous that I wonder if dad and even grandad (though he was a protty) didn’t hear something like the same story when they were kids. But I’ve been thinking lately about another one, however, and that’s a bit more true to the way the world looks through my eyes. Let’s take it from the arrival at the gates, and let’s leave undetermined the matter of whether the soul in question feels as though they deserve eternal reward or not.



So there you are in heaven. The houri-less and hour-less wonder of it all and so on. You bask for a bit, and it’s so so nice. But even as you bask, not a minute or two into the thing, something starts to happen at the back of your mind that you try for a bit not to attend to, trying to attend rather to your thorough soak in the rays of his face, the burn-thorough of the infinite delightfulness. You know what you’re thinking – you’re starting to worry that, really, as nice as it is, and it is nice, eventually it’s going to get tiresome, it’s going to fail to live up to your grand expectations and tastes – expectations and tastes that literally reset the metric to point zero with each passing instant of pleasure. The love you feel will eventually feel tepid, a half-hearted affair, and even if there were houris, you’d quickly think they were bored with you – and why wouldn’t they be? Maybe, at the back of it all, you’re worrying a bit that this is really the prologue to hell that you heard about in school, that at any second the other shoe is going to drop, and the length of time that you’ve been allowed to stay (admittedly, this is quite long for an instant) is only an index of the even-greater malignity that you’ve provoked in your creator. He’s letting you marinate a bit, before throwing you even more swiftly and insistently in the fire.

This is how it goes for you, and it is awful. The chaining thoughts roll forward inexorably, picking up speed as they roll. This happens because you’re wired wrong, and you start to wonder what kind of heaven doesn’t come with a free wiring adjustment, a sorting out of the neuroses and misprisions that, Christ, earned you a spot in the Kingdom of God in the first place. In fact, it remains unclear, from start to finish (but there is no finish), whether you’ve landed in a place that’s actually hell which perversely looks like heaven or you have indeed made it to heaven, only you’re fucked up and there’s no one around to help you sort it out.


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August 10, 2009 at 1:00 pm

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  1. Especially ‘in the park’.

    infinite thought

    August 10, 2009 at 10:26 pm

  2. Uncannily familiar, basso maudlin poet voice / ms squeeky dialogue. Wow. How did they know?

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    August 10, 2009 at 10:30 pm

  3. MIIIISEREEEEEEEE!

    infinite thought

    August 10, 2009 at 10:31 pm

  4. You’re not trivialising my poete maudit thing here are you, Dr Thought?

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    August 10, 2009 at 10:32 pm

  5. Helium has a better grip on hell than Strindberg.

    [brings cupcake]

    ‘For you!’

    infinite thought

    August 10, 2009 at 10:38 pm

  6. That’s just what I’m trying to say. This is just an incredibly complicated and long response to your cupcake post.

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    August 10, 2009 at 10:41 pm

  7. It so is! All that stuff about doe-eyed virgins bringing you succor is just a way of avoiding the low-level nightmare that is chi-chi shops selling prissy foodstuffs to adults in the name of fun. At least you have Catholicism! You try being an atheist in this stuff, it’s depressing…without pathos!

    infinite thought

    August 10, 2009 at 10:48 pm

  8. Yeah, I don’t envy the lots of those brought up atheist. What would they talk about in therapy? And just think of the weirdness of sex without the frisson of guilt!

    Doe-eyed virgins! Just realized that Antichrist is all about Bambi! Seriously, think about it!

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    August 10, 2009 at 10:52 pm

  9. Bambi is a witch. Seriously, think about it!

    Atheists are the new cupcakes. Neo-cupcakes. They need not have sex as they know that reproduction would destroy their icing.

    infinite thought

    August 10, 2009 at 11:04 pm

  10. “Hell is other reindeer.”

    David

    August 11, 2009 at 8:23 am


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