This post is a continuation of my open thoughts on Hell.
I think about Hell just about as much as I think about Heaven. That is to say, not often. Don’t get me wrong, I think about the afterlife and the fate of every person I meet quite a bit (perhaps to an unhealthy extent). But that’s not exactly the same as to say I think about Heaven and Hell.
When most people think about “Hell”, images of Dante’s Inferno stream through their mind. It’s the same with Heaven where people usually gather images of non-corporeal winged bodies floating on clouds with harps in hand. But if something like Dante’s Inferno is what is meant by “Hell” (and, I think, this is what most people mean by Hell, either reflectively or in pop culture), than I never think about hell. Period. I also don’t think about “Heaven” in the usual way either.
Rather to my mind the whole discussion is framed according to the biblical motif of “presence” and “exile” or of “life” and “death” or of “blessing” and “cursing”.
I think that any thoughts on hell need to carefully start here with these dominating, meta-narrative driving, and engine turning biblical themes.