Learning what Hell will be like.
When most people think of Hell, they picture tortured souls floating down a river of fire, reaching their burning limbs out for salvation. And then there’s also little demons on the side poking them with pitchforks. I don’t know why there are pitchforks – perhaps all demons were once farmers? Who knows.
I, at least, started to realize that hell is probably white. And cold. And windy.
I’ve gone from thinking warm thoughts (Florida, or riding in the summer), to thinking hot thoughts (Riding in Florida in the summer), to thinking very hot thoughts (Doing Tour of the Hilltowns (which has been transported to Florida) in the summer), to praying that the Earth in front of me would open up and spew hot lava all over me.
But knowing my sins, if I was doused in lava, I would probably wake up sitting in a frozen field being poked by some guy with a pitchfork.
