Darkover
Archangel
- Jul 29, 2021
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If we imagine hell not as fire and brimstone but as a state of being, then existence itself fits the criteria. We are born without consent into a decaying body, on a chaotic planet, governed by natural laws that favor suffering and indifference. We are not free we are thrown into a system with no escape other than death, and even death brings no promise of release, only uncertainty or annihilation.
This isn't just about physical pain it's about the structure of reality. We're conscious enough to realize our suffering, but powerless to escape the conditions that cause it. This is what makes life more tragic than merely painful: it's aware pain. A beast suffers, but doesn't ask why. Humans suffer, and know they suffer and cannot find a good answer.
Many philosophies present consciousness as a gift. But what if it's a flaw in the design? Consciousness allows us to imagine peace, love, fairness, permanence all things the world constantly denies. It gives us the capacity for hope, only to guarantee its betrayal. It lets us form deep attachments, only to watch them vanish. It lets us long for justice in a universe that operates entirely without it.
Worse, consciousness gives us the ability to dread. We not only suffer we anticipate suffering. We live in a timeline of foreseen death, decaying health, and emotional disintegration.
Time is the engine of hell. If suffering were momentary, it might be bearable. But in this world, time ensures that all joy is eroded, all love is threatened, and every form of beauty or peace is relentlessly unmade. Time means that nothing good can last, and everything bad will come, eventually.
We are forced to move forward, knowing that every step takes us closer to losing everything we've ever loved.
Suffering is bad enough. But meaningless suffering is worse. The universe offers no explanation for its cruelty no reason for who gets cancer, or who starves, or who dies in war. If hell is defined by purposeless torment, then our reality full of undeserved misery and arbitrary loss fits that definition.
Attempts to impose meaning (religion, nationalism, legacy, achievement) often collapse under scrutiny or fail to survive death. In hell, every narrative crumbles eventually. We try to build cathedrals out of sand.
Much of our pain comes not from nature, but from each other. Human cruelty systemic oppression, abuse, war, neglect is perhaps the strongest evidence that we are not only trapped in hell, but that we have become its agents. We exploit, betray, and dehumanize one another in cycles that repeat across history. Even love, the supposed antidote to suffering, is often laced with manipulation, grief, or abandonment.
Hell isn't just around us it's in us.
For many, death is the only perceived escape. But death is not a solution it's an unknowable void. It might be final silence, or it might be worse. The fact that we cannot even be certain that death ends suffering adds a further layer of existential dread. Imagine a prison so total that even the exit sign might be a trap.
Paradoxically, hope can function as its own form of torture. We are always on the verge of "getting better," "finding meaning," or "making things right," yet these dreams are perpetually delayed or destroyed. Hope keeps us striving, only to deliver loss. In this way, hope does not relieve suffering it prolongs it. It dangles peace in front of us, only to snatch it away.
The Final Verdict
If hell is a realm where:
Suffering is constant,
Injustice is random,
Meaning is absent,
Consciousness is a burden,
Escape is uncertain,
And hope itself is a form of torment
Then yes, we are living in hell.
Not because we are surrounded by flames and demons, but because we are conscious, fragile creatures trapped in a collapsing world that neither loves nor remembers us. A place where everything we love will die, everything we build will fall, and everything we are will be forgotten.
This isn't just about physical pain it's about the structure of reality. We're conscious enough to realize our suffering, but powerless to escape the conditions that cause it. This is what makes life more tragic than merely painful: it's aware pain. A beast suffers, but doesn't ask why. Humans suffer, and know they suffer and cannot find a good answer.
Many philosophies present consciousness as a gift. But what if it's a flaw in the design? Consciousness allows us to imagine peace, love, fairness, permanence all things the world constantly denies. It gives us the capacity for hope, only to guarantee its betrayal. It lets us form deep attachments, only to watch them vanish. It lets us long for justice in a universe that operates entirely without it.
Worse, consciousness gives us the ability to dread. We not only suffer we anticipate suffering. We live in a timeline of foreseen death, decaying health, and emotional disintegration.
Time is the engine of hell. If suffering were momentary, it might be bearable. But in this world, time ensures that all joy is eroded, all love is threatened, and every form of beauty or peace is relentlessly unmade. Time means that nothing good can last, and everything bad will come, eventually.
We are forced to move forward, knowing that every step takes us closer to losing everything we've ever loved.
Suffering is bad enough. But meaningless suffering is worse. The universe offers no explanation for its cruelty no reason for who gets cancer, or who starves, or who dies in war. If hell is defined by purposeless torment, then our reality full of undeserved misery and arbitrary loss fits that definition.
Attempts to impose meaning (religion, nationalism, legacy, achievement) often collapse under scrutiny or fail to survive death. In hell, every narrative crumbles eventually. We try to build cathedrals out of sand.
Much of our pain comes not from nature, but from each other. Human cruelty systemic oppression, abuse, war, neglect is perhaps the strongest evidence that we are not only trapped in hell, but that we have become its agents. We exploit, betray, and dehumanize one another in cycles that repeat across history. Even love, the supposed antidote to suffering, is often laced with manipulation, grief, or abandonment.
Hell isn't just around us it's in us.
For many, death is the only perceived escape. But death is not a solution it's an unknowable void. It might be final silence, or it might be worse. The fact that we cannot even be certain that death ends suffering adds a further layer of existential dread. Imagine a prison so total that even the exit sign might be a trap.
Paradoxically, hope can function as its own form of torture. We are always on the verge of "getting better," "finding meaning," or "making things right," yet these dreams are perpetually delayed or destroyed. Hope keeps us striving, only to deliver loss. In this way, hope does not relieve suffering it prolongs it. It dangles peace in front of us, only to snatch it away.
The Final Verdict
If hell is a realm where:
Suffering is constant,
Injustice is random,
Meaning is absent,
Consciousness is a burden,
Escape is uncertain,
And hope itself is a form of torment
Then yes, we are living in hell.
Not because we are surrounded by flames and demons, but because we are conscious, fragile creatures trapped in a collapsing world that neither loves nor remembers us. A place where everything we love will die, everything we build will fall, and everything we are will be forgotten.
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