Ah, the Hell With it

Today being Easter means a lot of talk about God, and Sully wants to talk about, of all things, Hell.

I don't believe in God.  I also don't believe in Santa Claus.  But even more than that, I REALLY don't believe in some sort of "Hell," for two reasons:

Number one: are we REALLY supposed to believe that the incredibly puny number of years we live on Earth should somehow determine whether or not we live in an "eternity" of Hell?  Really?  Just by how old the Earth is, any one of our lifetimes is a piece of sand on the cumulative beaches on the Earth, if it was multiplied by a million.  And yet we're supposed to believe that a few shitty years on Earth = "eternity" in Hell?  Camon.  If there's a "God" holding together the Universe, I doubt he's even noticed Hitler, much less the fact that you stole your friend's Spider-Man action figure back in 1981.  Get the fuck over yourself already.  Hitler wins in this one, actually.

Also, Hell is final. Ergo, why should we give a shit? Even in prison, you're told that if you have good behavior, if you get your shit straight, there's another chance.  But in Hell, hey, what do you know: an eternity of suffering!  NO chance for redemption!  So what's the point?  I would argue that believing in Hell has an ADVERSE effect on crime; ie, once somone steals from an old lady, he should theoretically say "fuck it, I'm already going to Hell," and kill a bunch of people.

The very idea of Hell having an even more destructive effect on the human race than God is incredible, but the idea that it's even close makes me laugh at religion's enjoying yet another lap in this desperate trek to give meaning to our lives.

I feel I'm very lucky to have been born into a world that had The Beatles, tv, and fried chicken.  Everything else is just a cosmic joke.