I have caught glimpses of Hell (some were very cold, some - quite hot) in three ways, and they have come from two extreme ends of the universe, as I know it: one from as outside of me as possible, the other from as inside of me as possible.
The first way was realising that Hell may be like the starry sky at night, with its lone stars and the dead, unbridgeable, ever-expanding cold separating them; the second - in some of my chaotic and meaningless, apart the Hell-hints, dreams; dreams that made no sense, but managed to make me an emotional wreck in the morning; and the third - in areas of my waking imagination.
The fourth, very specific one, was ‘Spirited Away’, but it might as well go under 2 or 3.
(I have felt Hell, like most of us, in many more ways, but they are a bit harder to describe ...or are they? -but I'll leave that for later).
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