They never mention Hell being cold. It’s always fire and brimstone and endless burning.

I tell you I would suffer the blistering heat any day over the stone-cold, life-sucking wet, gray dullness that pervades the winters in the Willamette Valley, where I currently live.

To die here in this Depression would be my Hell. I need life to have some FIRE! 🔥


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